#did this with me fumbs i did

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Posting a few things that I forgot to and had on the backburner. Tried out a couple new pens on ibis x mobile at the beginning of September, so here you go.

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CW for this chapter on AO3

Part 1/ Part 3/ Part 5/ AO3

The Cowboys were now convinced that there was valuable treasure to be found below. Why else would they have been set upon by a group of men who both looked and acted like they were a part of a secret society?

Nothing Eddie, Steve or Robin said to them would convince them otherwise. 

Despite Steve’s attempts to argue with them that these people seemed to be wanting to preserve the area and not disrespect it by grave robbing, which was essentially what they were all doing, his arguments fell on deaf ears.

They did concede to strength in numbers, however. Eddie wasn’t entirely sure how an extra three people would improve their strength. Especially since one of those people ended up on his ass the first time he shot a gun, but he supposed Steve and Robin’s skills made up for that. 

As soon as they had resettled their camp a little closer, Robin had broken out the Seagrams whiskey again.

Steve had passed, wanting to keep a clear head in case anything else happened, so the bottle was just passed back and forth between Eddie and Robin and they had managed to make their way through a sizable amount of it.

Robin had passed out with the bottle cradled close to her chest about a half an hour ago, leaving a hammered Eddie and a sober Steve on their own to entertain themselves.

Steve had decided, after Eddie’s display with the elephant gun, that he needed to learn at least a little self defence. And Eddie, bolstered by the alcohol in his blood, had decided that now was the perfect time to learn.

It wasn’t like Eddie was completely inexperienced. He had some bar brawler knowledge but that was about the extent of it. 

Steve was standing in front of him, hands up, palms out, waiting for Eddie to deliver his punch as he had been doing for the last few minutes.

Eddie blew a strand of hair out of his face and raised his fists, glaring at the palm of Steve’s hand like it had personally offended him.

How could a palm offend him?

What kind of scenario could he come up with in his head in which a palm offended him?

Eddie’s sugary-syrup mind could certainly come up with plenty of thoughts of how those palms might not offend him but maybe he shouldn’t be thinking things like that right now.

God damn, why did he drink so much? Drinking always made him horny.

With a large swing, Eddie cracked his fist into Steve’s palm hard and steady but he only had half a second to celebrate his success because he had apparently put all of his balance and working brain cells into his fist and so the rest of his body was left without.

His foot slipped out from under him and with the momentum of his fist, his body followed, tumbling forward and he would have face planted hard into Steve’s chest if Steve hadn’t twisted, allowing him to skate by his body but still catching him fast around the middle.

He slowly lowered Eddie’s limp and giggling figure back to the ground, gently and without seeming to put in much effort at all, apparently able to hold his body weight easily which Eddie tried desperately not to think about. 

In fact, he figured out the perfect way to distract himself.

He squirmed a little, like a kitten trying to get out of a cuddle and when Steve let him go, he crawled on his hands and knees over to Robin’s snoring body, plucked the nearly empty bottle from her hands and sat heavily back on his bum, sending Steve an extremely clumsy wink.

“Do you think that it’s maybe time to slow down?” Steve asked, a small little bewildered grin on his face.

Eddie widened his eyes and stuck his bottom lip out in a big doe-eyed pout. “I know when to say no, sweetheart.”

Steve just laughed quietly to himself with a conciliatory nod, his lashes low and his big hazel eyes glittering through.

“Y’know you…” Steve hesitated, looking back down and starting to draw nonsense patterns in the sand. “You confuse me. I can’t figure you out.”

Eddie shrugged, attempting to be smooth with it, but all of his movements were far too fumbling. 

“Well, where would the fun be if you could? Don’t you like a little mystery with your men, King Steve?”

Steve smiled again, a small, soft thing and he tilted his head. “Maybe. Do you?”

Eddie mirrored him. “Maybe. What have you figured out about me?”

“You know how to bar fight, but you’re a scholar. You dress in a semi-respectable fashion, but you have hidden tattoos and you wear far too much jewellery. Your hair seems to just kind of… exist on top of your head. You don’t do anything with it, but you’re clean shaven and your nails are neat. For some reason, when I asked Rob to help me out, she picked you. A librarian. But you were still able to get me out of prison and stop my execution. You were able to open the puzzle box and according to Rob, you have other unusual skills. Like lockpicking and hotwiring. And there’s like this… shell. You don’t make sense, it’s like you’ve come from two different worlds and… now you’re here?”

“Careful there, Stevie.” Eddie leaned back, resting on his elbows in the sand. “It almost sounds like you’re curious about little old me. A boy can get ideas from thoughts like that.” He rolled his head along his shoulders, allowing his hair to spill over and staring up at the sky, tugging a little at the chain for his pocket watch. “You gonna ask me next what’s a place like me doing in a girl like this?”

He pulled his head back up, turning to bat his eyelashes at Steve and Steve just smirked at him, not bothering to hide that he had been staring at Eddie’s stretched out neck.

“Yeah, sure.” Steve deadpanned. “That’s what I was going to say.”

“Well, sweetheart. There’s not much to tell. Dad was less of an archaeologist and more of a grave robber, very similar to our friends over there,” his knees were bent up as he laid back on his elbows, but he now nudged one knee over in the direction of the other party and instead of extending the effort to pull it back up, he just let it fall heavy to the side. “But eventually, raiding the tombs of the long dead wasn’t good enough for him and he started to just steal from the museums to sell on the black market. I was living with my uncle and my mom by then. Rural Indiana feels like a whole solar system away right now.”

“Rural Indiana, huh?” Steve asked, a small smile on his face.

“Yeah.” Eddie sighed out, before laughing a little to himself. “My uncle still refuses to get electricity. At this stage I don’t know if he ever will. Don’t think he trusts it. What can that electric do for me that I can’t do for myself, son?” He snorted gently to himself again. “Crazy old man.”

He could see Steve grinning at him out of the corner of his eye.

“So how did your mom and your uncle feel about you running away to Egypt to follow your dads career path?”

Eddie rolled his head around. “My dad has nothing to do with my interest in archaeology. That was all my mom. And I’d like to think she would have supported me.” He pulled the pocket watch out, letting it rest loosely in his hand, running his thumb over it. “She was Egyptian, you know.”

“Oh?” Steve skated his eyes across Eddie’s dark hair and then back up into his dark eyes, his head tilting again as he listened, like a fascinated puppy dog.

“Yeah.” Eddie sighed out. “She was… she was a big part of my life. So,” he inhaled again, almost inflating himself to get a barrier back up between Steve and his exposed innards, tucking the watch back into his pocket. “Egypt is in my blood, Harrington. I was born here. Masri is my mother tongue. So, yeah. Now I’m back here, trying to do right.”

“Okay.” Steve nodded. “I get that. But why not continue to stay… stay safe in your museums. Why were you so adamant about coming out here with us?”

“Because what’s there to be scared of? Knowledge is out here just below the surface and I am sick and tired of waiting around for other people to discover it. Why shouldn’t I be able to come out and do it for myself?”

Eddie pushed himself to his feet, well and truly fired up now.

“This is my mother’s country and if my lowlife of a father and people like him can come out here to steal, then why can’t I come out here to learn?” He pointed down at Steve. “I may not be a gunfighter or an explorer or an adventurer, yet. But I am proud of what I am!”

Steve was just grinning up at him now, a little bewildered as Eddie waved his arms around, but also a little charmed. 

“Oh yeah? And what’s that?”

“I–” Eddie thumped his fist against his chest. “–Am a librarian.” He almost growled out, turning his fired up eyes back down.

He had liquid courage as an inhibition inhibitor flowing through him, so he didn’t allow himself to think about it too much, spots starting to dance in his vision as he dropped to his knees and leaned into Steve.

“I’m going to kiss you now, King Steve.” He stated, firm and resolute as Steve’s face began to swim in and out of focus.

Steve raised his eyebrows, disbelieving. “Just Steve. Please.”

Eddie smiled, a big, goofy, uninhibited smile. “Okay.” He muttered. “Just Steve.”

Eddie leaned forward while Steve stayed exactly where he was, watching him with some level of amusement that Eddie wasn’t sure how to take.

But it didn’t really matter anyway, because no sooner had he leaned his centre of gravity over when his eyelids fluttered shut and he fell limp into blackness.

In hindsight, getting blackout drunk in the middle of the desert without a water closet available or an icebox nearby had not been his smartest moment. No bed or even an aspirin in sight to help him through waking up surrounded by sand and with the sun beating down on him like it was on a mission solely to kill him.

But they had a large and hefty supply of water and Eddie practically drowned himself in it as soon as he woke up. Plus, he’d always been able to bounce back pretty quickly. 

So by the time Steve was finished poking at Robin’s cheek, and Eddie was pretty sure she was two seconds away from shooting him in the knee, he turned his attention.

Unfortunately for him, Eddie was already feeling a little better.

Invigorated by the coffee they had brought and the eagerness in his belly to get back to it, Eddie practically bounced down to the chamber below, puzzle box in hand. Steve followed placidly behind and Robin stomped, looking like she’d desire nothing more than to commit double murder at that moment.

Her scowl only got deeper as the three of them heaved, standing the sarcophagus that had fallen through the ceiling the day before upright on the wall; Eddie was practically vibrating as he set the puzzle box key into its lock.

“I’ve dreamed of this day ever since I was a child.” Eddie whispered in anticipation, his fingers flexing on the puzzle box.

Steve raised his eyebrows. “You dream about dead guys?”

Eddie didn’t bother responding, just ignored him, choosing instead to point out the lid of the coffin.

“The sacred spells have been removed. Sarcophagi were supposed to be made for whoever was going in them, so to have them chiselled off…” Eddie shook his head, a little bewildered. “It suggests that this burial was done last minute, quickly, without prep time which… makes no sense.”

He looked at Steve who was waiting for him to continue and Robin who looked unusually grave.

“Mummification takes seventy days to complete.” She said, crossing her arms and eyeing up the coffin with suspicion.

Eddie was more confused than suspicious. He’d never read about such a rushed mummification before. 

“And to have the spells scratched off, it’s a sign of some great wrongdoing.” With his free hand, he brushed his fingers over the deep grooves of the hieroglyphics. “They wanted to send a message to the gods not to let him off so easily. Don’t let him in. Condemn him. So he was condemned in both life and death. This man was cursed… doomed, even.”

Eddie couldn’t understand it. He just hoped that seeing the mummy that was inside would help to provide more answers.

Robin and Steve were sharing the grave look between them now.

“Believe it yet?” Steve asked. “How about we hold on for just a second. We don’t want to release anything cursed–”

Eddie couldn’t stop the roll of his eyes. Cursed. There were no such things as curses.

He didn’t wait for Steve to finish the thought. He turned the key in the lock and the clicking had anticipation zinging through his veins while Steve and Robin gaped at him, outraged.

The lid of the sarcophagus shifted a little and Eddie had a moment of wild panic where he thought oh fuck, maybe there is a curse, but he came back to himself almost immediately, mentally slapping himself for such a ridiculous thought. Clearly the lock had just released the lid and it had shifted because of that.

He gave Steve and Robin a look, as if to say are you going to help me with this?

The two of them shared another grimace before shrugging. 

“If there was a curse, it’s already out.” Robin muttered, moving around to Eddie’s side and placing her hands next to his.

When Steve took his position on the other side, the three of them braced their knees and lifted.

The lid came away surprisingly easily, until it started tilting backwards and the three of them were forced to let go as it went crashing to the ground, followed by the most sickening, stomach churning smell Eddie had ever had the displeasure of smelling before in his life. 

He turned back to the open sarcophagus, expecting to see a human figure wrapped tightly in linens and standing upright in his coffin, but instead the sight he was met with sent him stumbling back a step in horror.

There was a body in the sarcophagus, alright. But he was rotting. Still covered in sloughing flesh, blackened and goopy bones poking out where the skin had fallen away, eyes, nose and tongue missing and jaw hanging open in a gruesome scream.

What little linens he was wrapped in seemed to have partially disintegrated with his body and Eddie was left even more confused than he had been before.

“Smells like the Gillman, don’t you think?” Robin muttered, pinching her nose, eyes darting between Steve and the mummy.

“Is he supposed to look like that?” Steve asked, his upper lip curled in disgust.

“No.” Eddie exhaled, stepping closer again despite the smell. “He’s still…”

“Juicy.” Robin and Steve answered at the same time.

Eddie huffed out through his nose. “Yes. He’s still juicy… but he’s over three thousand years old? It looks like he’s still… decomposing. Mummification involved drying out the body of all moisture. It’s why so many have survived for so long. And the dry conditions of the desert too. But even if the mummification process had been improperly applied… he shouldn’t look like this. He should just be… a skeleton.” 

He was still staring wide eyed and open mouthed at the body in front of him, wondering how the fuck this was possible when he heard a mutter of “Shit,” behind him.

He turned to find Steve kneeling over the fallen lid, tracing his fingers over the series of four parallel lines scratched inside.

They matched perfectly to the pattern his own fingers made.

“Fingernail marks.” Eddie whispered. “Jesus fuck. He was buried alive.”

Eddie tilted his head, reading the words the man had apparently also scratched into the lid.

“Death is only the beginning.”

He looked up just in time to see both Steve and Robin stare at each other, something silent passing between them and simultaneously reaching for their holstered weapons.

“What are you two going to do?” Eddie asked, incredulous, not knowing what the fuck they needed the weapons for. “Shoot him?”

They were all standing now and Steve shifted around a little, standing between Eddie and the mummy.

“If he wakes up. Yes.”

Eddie was starting to wonder if coming along with Steve and Robin had been the best idea he’d ever had. He loved Robin, don’t get him wrong, and Steve had been growing on him… like a boil. But they were so suspicious of everything. It was a little much if he was honest.

But still, he supposed any expedition was better than no expedition at all. 

As he weaved his way through the various tents and workspaces the Cowboys had set up, he was stopped short at the sight of the Egyptologist they had brought along, practically wrestling with a humongous and ancient black book with a familiar indent in the front, same as the one on the sarcophagus, trying to wrestle it open.

Eddie was immediately intrigued. Legend had it that the Book of Amun-Ra was made of solid gold, but this book looked like it was made of obsidian. 

A counterpart to the Book of Amun-Ra.

The Book of the Dead.

And Eddie wanted it.

When the Egyptologist caught sight of him staring, he stopped his abuse of the artefact in his hands and crossed his arms protectively over it, like Eddie was going to snatch it from him at that very moment.

Eddie just scowled. 

“Looks like you need a key.” He said before turning his back and continuing on towards his party, already formulating a plan in his mind for how he could steal it out from under their noses.

Around his party's campfire up ahead, he could see Steve and Robin, but could also see the Cowboys and Tommy sitting around with them.

The Cowboys had the canopic jars they found in their hands, waving them around with little care and were scoffing at the very concept of curses and how everyone seemed to be believing in them so easily.

It made Eddie feel a little guilty. 

He’d thought the same. Said the same.

But it also made him want to snatch the jars out of their hands and put them back where they’d found them. What right did they have?

Eddie’s guilt and irritation was quickly replaced with an almost shocking feeling of jealousy when he saw that Tommy had practically plastered himself against Steve’s side, leaning heavily into him and based on the upward curl of his mouth, he was muttering something teasing into Steve’s ear.

Steve wasn’t looking at him, seemed to be trying to pretend he wasn’t there, but when he heard the sound of Eddie’s approaching footsteps in the sand, Steve glanced up towards him and then turned back to Tommy, finally giving him some attention.

“You’re in his seat.” Steve snapped, his eyes cold and hard. Tommy just raised his eyebrows, opening his mouth for another quip but Steve cut him off. “Move.”

If the hard set of Steve’s jaw was anything to go by, he wasn’t joking around and Tommy seemed to recognise that as well, pushing himself to his feet with a scoff and shoulder checked Eddie hard as he walked away.

Eddie himself had to try to squash the butterflies fluttering around in his stomach, almost mad at himself for responding in such a way to a caveman display of masculinity but unfortunately for his sanity, it was really doing something for him.

He sat himself down at Steve’s side and couldn’t help but lean in a little, but not as much as Tommy had been. Steve tilted himself a little, open and welcoming and again: there were those damn butterflies.

Eddie held his hand out. “Look what I found.” He said, the small petrified beetles resting in his palm. “Scarab skeletons, flesh eaters. I found them inside our friend’s coffin.”

Steve snapped his head over to him, his eyes wide in alarm. 

“What were you doing back down there alone?”

Eddie grinned at him, knocking their shoulders together. “What? Afraid the big bad mummy is going to come and get me, Just Steve?” He wiggled his fingers in front of Steve’s face who only responded with a far too serious frown.

Eddie just continued on. “These little guys can stay alive for years feeding on the flesh of a corpse. So it seems that unfortunately for our friend, he was still alive when they started eating him.”

“What the fuck.” One of the Cowboys, Jason, muttered from across the fire, the rest of them watching Eddie with horrified eyes.

“So someone threw these bugs in with our guy and they slowly ate him alive?” Steve asked, picking up one of the beetles.

“Very slowly.” Eddie leaned in conspiratorially, lowering his voice down to a rumble, putting on a show for the apparently weak stomached Cowboys. “Based on my research, it looks like our friend suffered the Hom-Dai. The worst of all Ancient Egyptian curses. One only reserved for the most evil of blasphemers. But I’ve never read about the curse actually being performed on someone before.”

“That bad, huh?”

Eddie nodded. “Yeah. Well. They never really used it because it was pretty extreme and there was a healthy fear around it. There was a superstition that if a victim of the Hom-Dai should be raised, it would bring down the Plagues upon Egypt again.”

He was too busy examining his beetles to notice Steve and Robin leaning into each other, whispering with pensive faces.

Eddie’s heart was thundering in his chest. 

It had been years since he’d had an excuse to pick a lock and even longer since he had to do it quietly.

The Egyptologist that had come along with the Cowboys was fast asleep, the Book of the Dead locked up tight in his personal travel case and Eddie had taken the first opportunity available to him to break in.

He snatched the book up and scurried away to his own side of camp before he got too excited about his thievery and gave himself away.

Everyone around him was asleep and he kneeled down by the makeshift table next to Steve, trying not to get too distracted by the hair spilling over his eyes in his sleep as he breathed, slow and even, a rifle clutched in his hands.

Eddie shook his head, placing the dense black book down and crawling over as quickly and as quietly as he could, hovering over Robin’s body to slowly pull the puzzle box from her pocket, trying not to wake her up.

He succeeded, looking down on it cupped in his palms.

“This is a very stupid idea.”

 A voice from behind him lowly rumbled and Eddie did jump this time, whipping around to find Steve sitting up, one hand on the black book and his eyes digging into Eddie’s.

Eddie frowned, shuffling back over on his knees, popping open the puzzle box and all but slamming it down onto the lock on the front cover.

“It’s just a book, Steve.” 

Steve snatched his hand back as Eddie twisted the lock, perhaps with a little too much force and snapped his eyes down.

There was a moment of awkward silence between them, Steve no doubt unsure about how to deal with Eddie’s little temper tantrum.

“I thought this book was supposed to be made of gold?” Steve asked, offering an olive branch.

Eddie sighed, allowing his shoulders to drop from around his ears.

“I don’t think this is that book. The Book of Amun-Ra is rumoured to be made of gold, but I think this is a different one. I think this is the Book of the Dead.”

“You can’t be serious.” Steve looked up at him, almost like he was hoping Eddie was about to reveal he was joking.

“Are you sure you should be playing around with this thing?” Steve’s hand hovered over Eddie’s, almost ready to grab.

Eddie turned his big eyes on Steve, jutting out his bottom lip in a pout. “No harm ever came from reading a book, Steve.”

He slowly opened it, the cover thunking heavily down onto the wooden table.

Almost immediately a wind blew through the camp, ruffling the tents, combing through their hair and Steve’s shoulders tensed. 

Looking down over the text spread beneath him, Eddie started to mutter the words to himself, following along with his finger.

“Should you be doing that? What if you’re speaking a curse into existence?”

Eddie ignored him. He needed to keep reading. Felt like he almost had to. There was something enchanting about the text. It felt correct in his mouth and there wasn’t a single moment of hesitation from him as he continued to read, his voice slowly rising from a mutter to a full chested speech.

A hand shot out and slammed the book closed and Eddie blinked back to himself, being met with the wild and frantic eyes of Robin staring down at him, her hand keeping the book firmly closed.

“You shouldn’t have done that.”

Eddie slowly turned back into his surroundings. The wind had picked up into a healthy gust and the horses and camels around them were antsy, pawing at the ground and tugging against their reins. 

There was a sound being carried to them over the air, an unsettling chittering getting slowly closer and closer.

Over the horizon, a shadow was descending. A large black mass rushing straight for them, slowly coming into sharp relief as a writhing buzzing mass of locusts.

“Mr. Hargrove!” The Egyptologist cried from his tent, as though they would be able to fight the swarm off with their fists. “Mr. Carver, Mr. Benson, Mr. Hagan! Wake up!”

Eddie had only a fleeting moment to wonder just what the fuck they themselves were going to do before he was pulled to his feet, his hand clasped tightly in Steve's, Robin on their heels and the three of them ran as the buzzing around them became almost deafening.

He couldn’t see anything around him, the insects closed in like a black curtain and Eddie was overwhelmed. The only reason he was able to keep upright was Steve’s hand in his, half pulling, half dragging him into the entrance of the tomb the Cowboys had come and gone through. 

They were plunged into darkness, the burning torch that Steve had snatched up from the fire only providing a small amount of light.

There was a fork in the corridor ahead of them and through the thinning-out swarm, Eddie saw the Cowboys break away in one direction while he, Steve and Robin shot down another.

They would have kept running too if Robin hadn’t somehow stopped them both dead with her hands at the back of both of their collars, yanking the two of them into an alcove where the three of them pressed in close.

Eddie was face to face with Steve’s chest hair as his body was blocked in, defended against the swarming hoard that was passing them by.

Robin was by his side, pressed in tight and she blinked her big steely eyes up at Steve, his arms spread out at either side of them, wall to wall.

“We’ve faced worse.” She said to him, stoic and firm, like it was a mantra of theirs she was repeating. 

Steve only nodded in response. 

Eddie looked back and forth between the two of them as much as he was able, squeezed into this small corner as the buzz got quieter and quieter, wondering just what the fuck kind of history Robin and Steve had between them.

Just as things had settled to a dull hum and the three of them slowly crept out of their hiding space, checking the coast was clear, there was an echoing call, distorted and far away.

“My glasses!”

Steve had only taken one step towards the noise when it was interrupted by a terrified scream. 

Eddie’s body froze, still as a statue, something primal inside of him taking the choice away.

Time seemed to stretch on ahead of him, slowed down and sped up at the same time.

It could have only been a second before he was able to move again, almost pushed into motion by the two next to him, running in the direction the scream had come from, trying to find who it was.

They were forced to come to a crashing halt again when a small hill of sand began to rise up in front of them.

Spilling out of the sand underneath were piles upon piles of iridescent black beetles, turning the sandy ground beneath them dark in a second. 

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me!” Eddie screeched, nearly tripping over his own feet as Steve and Robin shoved him back, so when they turned, he was running at the head of the line, the furthest away from the river of beetles rushing towards them.

The corridor broke out into a stone walkway, dropping out at either side of them to what was sure to be a deadly fall and Eddie tried not to think about it at all as he spotted an alcove, very similar to the one they’d hidden in before and he dove for it, thinking is this really what’s gonna take me out? I’m gonna die from fucking beetles and locusts? Or falling to my death in some spooky ruined mirage city?

He landed in a heap, curling into the bottom of the alcove but thankfully didn’t feel any creepy crawlies scrambling all over him.

He also didn’t feel the two bodies of his companions tumbling down on top of him, which was less relieving.

Pushing himself up onto his knees, Eddie turned, peering around the corner to see the still thick swarm of beetles skittering up the walkway, bypassing them completely, like they were being drawn to something. 

Steve and Robin were standing on an outcropping on the opposite side, panting and wide eyed, watching the beetles pass.

Eddie would have been interested to see how it ended. 

He’d have been interested to see the strangely mesmerising shifting sea of insects slowly thin out and then stop. 

He’d have been interested to see if Steve and Robin were just as fascinated and grossed out as he was.

But he didn’t get to see any of that.

Because as he collapsed back into the wall behind him in relief, clutching at his heart, thankful that Steve and Robin were okay, the wall behind him moved.

Like a trapped door had been activated by his weight, Eddie found himself falling, tumbling backwards down a stone chute, swallowed whole into darkness. 

Part 1/ Part 3/ Part 5/ AO3

Happy birthday @hbyrde36

My biggest thanks and much love to @pearynice and @hitlikehammers for the beta work with this and to the @strangerthingswritersguild for their motivation!

[disco-elysium-via-polls]

Before we continue...

THOUGHT COMPLETE: ACTUAL ART DEGREE

BONUSES:

-1 Hand/Eye Coordination: Hands shake from anger from how shit it all is Conceptualization passives heal +1 Morale and give +10 XP

SOLUTION:

Trite, contrived, mediocre, milquetoast, amateurish, infantile, cliche-and-gonorrhea-ridden paean to conformism, eye-fucked me, affront to humanity, war crime, should *literally* be tried for war crimes, resolutely shit, lacking in imagination, uninformed reimagining of, limp-wristed, premature, ill-informed attempt at, talentless fuckfest, recidivistic shitpeddler, pedantic, listless, savagely boring, just one repulsive laugh after another.

"I got this special strike brew the Union uses." (Give it.)

IDIOT DOOM SPIRAL - "Interesting." He grabs the thermal cup and shakes it. "Ah, this is what they use to keep the working man going."

Item lost: Goracy's brew

ROSEMARY - "Hey, Spiral-Boy, you gonna share that?" one of the other bums interjects.

DON'T CALL ABIGAIL - "Don't call Abigail!"

IDIOT DOOM SPIRAL - "Shut up, guys, I'm telling a story here." He turns to you. "Something happened to you. Something happened to me, too -- my actual name is George, but around here... you already know..."

"I was a once a reasonably high-net-worth individual. A founder slash junior partner at a high-concept creative services agency. When my story begins, I had just landed a major contract with an insurance firm…"

"Go on."

IDIOT DOOM SPIRAL - "I used the profits from my agency to finance what I called a 'cultural incubator' -- abstract value generation, value per person, high-concept stuff..."

"I developed the paradigm, worked within the paradigm. But the burden of leadership weighed heavily on me, so I went jogging every so often to keep myself sane."

"Wait -- how many people did you have working for you?"

"Did the jogging help?"

IDIOT DOOM SPIRAL - "Twenty-two full-time employees. An all-star team. A potentially historical set of individuals. Worrying about them often kept me up well into the morning hours."

"Did the jogging help?"

"I could probably use a good run myself."

IDIOT DOOM SPIRAL - "It helped, truly. With my trusty Sansarique Lickra(TM) tracksuit I felt like I could conquer the world..."

"But now dreams are worn thin, much like my tracksuit," he says thoughtfully, brushing dust off his shit-stained pants.

"What happened?"

IDIOT DOOM SPIRAL - "One day I left on my evening run. As you may know, it's impossible to clear your head when you're distracted by the sound of keys jangling in your pockets." He shakes the bottle and makes a ringing sound.

PERCEPTION (SIGHT) [Medium: Success] - His eyes are clouded, his dilated blood vessels encircling his irises like stinging brambles.

CONCEPTUALIZATION [Medium: Success] - His eyes are your eyes.

Thanks to Actual Art Degree, we gain 10 XP and heal 1 Morale.

IDIOT DOOM SPIRAL - "So I removed the keyring and put the keys for the front gate and the apartment into different pockets, to stop the jangling, you see. At least that was the plan..."

"I was halfway done with my usual lap when it started to rain. The reality situation became very wet, very quickly."

"How *wet* are we talking, exactly?"

"Go on."

IDIOT DOOM SPIRAL - "It was a day not unlike this one here..." You both glance skyward.

"I made my way back home and discovered that I didn't have the key to the front gate -- I'd mixed it up with the key to the letter box. Which was useless."

"Naturally, the situation required me to climb over the gate, which I did. There was no climbing down, because I slipped and landed on my ass."

"Ouch!"

"I would've landed on my feet. I've got feline reflexes."

(Say nothing.)

SAVOIR FAIRE [Challenging: Failure] - No, you don't.

IDIOT DOOM SPIRAL - "Whatever. The point is, reality was looking rather grim, just then -- me lying on my ass in a mud pit in the middle of a heavy shower. But when life knocked me down, I always got up..."

"So I made my way across the yard. Standing in front of my apartment door, fumbling with my pockets, I realized that I'd also forgotten my apartment key!"

"You've got to be shitting me!"

"Okay, so what happened next?"

IDIOT DOOM SPIRAL - "I wish I were, Tequila. I wish I were." He turns his head towards the skies. "Instead of my apartment key, I'd taken the key to the office."

"Okay, so what happened next?"

IDIOT DOOM SPIRAL - "I rang my neighbours' buzzers. It was late, and most of them didn't even answer. Those who did assumed I was trying to sell them something and hung up before I could even explain the situation..."

"People are naturally wary of ad men, you see. One moment someone chats you up, five minutes later you've bought a box of edible lingerie and a strap-on. I don't begrudge them, especially since I was known to be one of the best…" He pauses meaningfully.

EMPATHY [Easy: Successs] - Heavy is the head that wears the crown.

IDIOT DOOM SPIRAL - "Just then I experienced a moment of clarity: I still had the key to my office! I could wait out the storm there..."

"But when I reached my office I remembered that I'd asked one of my producers to change the locks that day -- and since I hired only the best, he'd already done it, and I couldn't get in…"

"Anyway, long story short, life spiralled out of control. I haven't gotten into my apartment for years, and my girlfriend left me because she didn't want to date a homeless man. The company, well, you see where I'm going with this…"

PERCEPTION (SIGHT) [Legendary: Success] - He pinches his thigh as if to check whether this reality is *the reality*.

IDIOT DOOM SPIRAL - "So, now you've heard my tragic tale. What do you think? Like nothing you've ever heard, huh?" He takes a long swig of his drink.

"Wait, is that it? I feel like there are some steps missing."

"I've only been a hobo cop for a few days now, but it doesn't seem so bad."

"Look on the bright side -- you've got one hell of a story."

"You do realize all of this is your own fault?"

"I literally can't believe it."

IDIOT DOOM SPIRAL - "Tequila, I've thought about this series of events for a long time. If there was anything else to it, I would have thought of it by now."

KIM KITSURAGI - "Why didn't you go to the authorities?"

IDIOT DOOM SPIRAL - "Well, at one point they came to me, but you know, I didn't have any ID on me -- so they tossed me in jail for two days..."

"I can't say it increased my faith in the RCM. No offence, gentlemen." He shakes his head.

3. "Look on the bright side -- you've got one hell of a story."

IDIOT DOOM SPIRAL - "Yeah. Maybe I've exaggerated certain parts over the years. When you tell a story too often, it begins to take on a life of its own..."

"But what matters is that it's true to my subjective experience. Anyway, that was all the story one bottle gets you." He looks at it. "Almost empty this one…"

+5 XP

CONCEPTUALIZATION [Medium: Success] - Truly, he has the soul of an artist.

Nice, another 10 XP and healed Morale.

"What do you guys do around here?"

"Why do you keep losing all your stuff?"

"I want to hear the story of your name again."

"Have you got any more stories?"

"Be seein' you." [Leave.]

IDIOT DOOM SPIRAL - "Good fucking question, Tequila! If I knew the answer, you think I'd be hanging out on a beach in this formerly premium but now extremely dirty two-piece Lickra(TM) tracksuit?"

"I used to own my reality situation. My business buddies and I had our own creative services agency. I had a nice apartment, an even nicer piece of ass, but somehow it all got away from me..."

"Now I can't hang onto anything. Just last week I stole this nice new jacket, but then I lost it, too. The only things I haven't lost are these two drunks."

EMPATHY [Medium: Success] - You of all people should empathize with this. Perhaps this lost jacket is something you could help with...

"What was the name of your agency?"

"What's up with the tracksuit?"

"What about the other drunks?"

"What's this about a lost jacket?"

"Let me ask you something else." (Conclude.)

IDIOT DOOM SPIRAL - "My agency, man..." He takes a long, melancholic sip. "The Boom Boom Room. Our concept was combining high art with the lowest forms of marketing -- the colour red, breasts, and oil painting..."

"I convinced my partners to reinvest some of our profits in an even-more high-concept 'cultural incubator' called 'Thin Air'. The artists were happy, the clients were happy."

"I was financing a group of poets in East Revachol who were developing a new, universal poetic language… but then it all went to shit…" He looks toward the bay.

CONCEPTUALIZATION [Medium: Success] - Sounds intriguing. What say you, art cop?

LOGIC [Medium: Success] - If it sounds like it makes no sense, that's because it doesn't.

[roseate-felidae]

I think I'm having some sort of weird psychotic thing happening.

I'm gonna type it, as it will ground me and remind me it's just all in my head.

So I've woke ylup and my brain thinks I'm reliving my childhood. It's stuck in this loop of your getting ready for school and we did this stuff at primary school.

It's used some real memories and some fake scenarios. Like it's saying that we did this shadow puppetry thing with clth and paper shapes. From sugar paper. I've nor said sugar paper for the longest time. That we pinned the cloth designs to the boards after. Like we did with other projects.

Then its focused on this dentistry device aswell. It's the phrase rinse and spit on some commercial television thing. A women. There's this this thing. We're getting rid of clogged pores aswell. Then medicated cream. We've got this hand competition game with abicus dice tally things. It's pokemon themed and you can fuse them. If you lose you do this embarrassing dance. I think it's linked to shadow puppetry with making it in your hands.

I think the dentistry thing might be inspired by my mutuals chat about going to the dentist but this shadow thing. Completely out of the blue.

I got thinking I was going to the computer room in school. We called it the Ict suite. But said it like I C T Sweet. With sweet rising high on your mouth with emphasis.

I've done my rabbits this morning and Juno was coveted in dust from wood chip as it breaks down despite dust extraction. Kept thinking that she was Mimi. But mimi is gone. She was a white rex and juno is a black mini rex

Just rex type coat. She got upset I went near her face and she bit my fumb nail. But I thought yeah Mimi does that. Wasn't shocked.

Also thought of Hairoo and clover and old hutches. Smells of wood and woodchop. But their old dead, rhd and old age.

None of its happened ing, I'm here. It's 2024. I. Supposed to be going to work. But I've told mystepmum whats happened andvshes said that I'm tired and need time off work this week and next

If rest not help, then I need the doctors.

Grandad is going kitty morning and lunch. I've scratched my hands from stress. Eyes unfocused. Not proof reading this. But who cares. I'll doe zoes dinner feed and playtime though.

I need this yo remind myself, ilthis us real, thrsa in my head.

I've never been like this. I'm grounded. This had only happened in far off places. Happens to others but never you you know. It's not a trip, i take not recreational drugs. I've not got schrixophrenua.

I'll be OK, I'll sletp now.

Love you guys.

I'll trigger this too, so not bad to readd

[theuniverseawakens347]

You were suppose to give me a safe place to let my inner child grown and be .. heal.

You didn’t give it to me I made it for myself moving out ur energy

But what brings me joy you deem wont bring me money..

But your FAMILY BOTH bought mine..

AND NOW THIS NIGGER FUCKING FREE AND ITS RIPPING YOU TO FUCKING HUMILIATION BACK FIRE WELL DESERVING.

Ya talking shit about my TRIATAN in comparison to “new” man .. AGAIN MY MAGIC IS NOT FOR YOU TO UNDERSTAND. THOSE ARE TWO OF MY PERSONALITIES THAT FIT MY INNER SELF PERFECTLY. I WORK ON ME WE GROW TOGETHER AND THE REST OF ME FOLLOW.

Lee ya say women conpartmentalize pain .. I DID AND ITS MY TALENTS ALL OVER THE PLACE CONTROLLED AND GROWING .. and men all over the place.

MY ANGER IS MY MALE ENERGY UNCONTROLLED ENRAGED MASCULINES AROUND ME YOU HAVE GIVEN A FALSE SAFE HAVEN AND RAPED MY PROTECTION MECHANISM AND GOT THE AUDACITY TO THINK TRISTAN NEEDS TO BE KIND TO YOU

YOU A FÜL FUCKING LOST MINDED SLAVE OWNER.

YOU MAD AT LEE AND THINK SHE PULLED MY TRUST AWAY FROM YOU NO YOU DID WHEN YOU HIT ME FOR HER … TRIATAN cuss you out and call you bad parents BUT YOU LEAVE OUT IN FULL WHAT UR DOING ON THE BACK END TO MACK US LOOK CRAZY AND SCRATCH UR COWS BRAIN .. THESE CONSEQUENCES OF YOUR ACTIONS NOT MY CHOICE IN BEHAVIOR ..

IAN MCDOWELL JUSTIN OF LONDON DONT KNOW ME OR TRIATAN THEY LOOKING FOR EAZY Money talking BOUT BITCHES AND NIGGAS WE DONT HANG W AND DOING A HO LOT OF HO SHIT TO NOT GONTO JAIL AND GET $$$ for deformation so LEE FEELING SLAVE OWNER “power” .. trying to tear MY HAPPINESS AWAY AND MAKE BLACK PPL LOOK BAD .. ya JOSELINE Kimora Aja and say it’s me .. GIRL YAL LOOK ATUPID TOGETHER.

YOU TWO PAULA BARTON REGINA KIMBERLY RAYVIN TAYLORS. .. Malik Brandon * ya scamming cousin ..

Again I said we cud have had a convo .. but you wana play WHO DUMB N DUMBER N HOW FUMB CAN DIMB GET ..

LOOK IN THE MIRROR ITS YA FACES .. how are why you no leave her 1st yr we went to la county fair .. U clearly hate each other and did the lies start WHEN I CAME INTO THE HOUSE .. or my cousin* heather!?

[azlovesem]

When did you learn how yo say lnes dome old pervert wrote. Fick whst people wanna see i think they see enough of that. To the point ehere its no big deal for anyone. Im a big deal stupid chold. My ideas are nigger badder and a tjousand times more useful then sex. Fuck sex this is Pink Floyd not a you know what dlut show. Pre child noncevtits n ass. How would you like to eat your own tongue! Or mine. Is that all you think you or this is eorrh. Yeah we ve all been lsid me more thsn you cause im older. Hopefully or im just dhaking my head. Listen to your mom snd dad are they this fumb. No youre good. Thsts ehy ypu likr yo say these lines and experiment but im telling you uoure just bored. And thise hollywood everyone of them are stupid nonces i best regularly. Go fuck one of them. Thry will in a second drop of a hat not me. Get uour mond of the gutter ehst ste you from los angeles or some shit. Look whst im doing to these people. Smarten up. Youre foin real eork now. Gitget b movie hslf ass old man nonce porno. Thst movie youre in nos is big. Lots of nice guys your age wanna date you. Do big movies not kiddie porn. Youre hot i wouldnt tough you. Youre my buddy pal. Listrn yo me your friends are dtupid. Yheyre drom that bum town too.

X (2022) dir. Ti West

[neitherlightnordark]

METTATON: A SINGULAR SPOTLIGHT.

METTATON: THE ROOM IS DIM. THE AIR IS NASCENT. EYES REST ON THE STAGE IN ANTICIPATION- CAN YOU FEEL IT? TASTE IT?

METTATON: THE PINK, THE BLUE, RISING HIGH IN THE AIR?

METTATON: THE HYPE, THE LOVE?

METTATON: IT'S ALL FOR ONE PERSON.

METTATON: ONE WONNNNDERFUL GENIUS LIZARD MONSTER.

METTATON: MONSTERS OF ALL AGES, WITH ALL THE GLEE I HAVE EVER CONTAINED, I PRESENT TO YOU:

METTATON: THE GREAT

METTATON: ILLUSTRIOUS

METTATON: SUPERB

ALPHYS: [snort]

METTATON: ALLLLLLLLPHYS!!!

[Canned applause.]

ALPHYS: T-thank you!

METTATON: REFRESHMENTS ARE PROVIDED IN THE SHAPE OF HER DISTINCTIVE FACE!

ALPHYS: Mettaton, let's-

METTATON: CARDBOARD CUTOUTS OF HER WAVING ARE SCATTERED ABOUT STRATEGICALLY, FOR OPTIMUM PHOTO OPS!

ALPHYS: Mettaton!!

METTATON: HER SAYING MY NAME MAKES ME REALLY, REALLY HAPPY, I CAN'T EVEN BEGIN TO DESCRIBE THAT, BUT-

ALPHYS: Mettaton, heh- oh, geez, I didn't even get to introduce you properly-

ALPHYS: Okay, come on, s-sit down!

ALPHYS: And turn on the lights! I- I can barely see our notes this way.

METTATON: WAS THAT A GOOD INTRO?

ALPHYS: (Shh, shh, we're live!!)

ALPHYS: Uh, I mean, yes! Um, that was really good!

ALPHYS: Honestly, I'm- I'm shocked at how easy that looked for you, we barely rehearsed this...

METTATON: STARDOM IS INSTINCTUAL!

[Canned laughter.]

ALPHYS: R-right...

ALPHYS: Hi, audience!

ALPHYS: This is really just a test run, so, so sorry if we do any fumb- fumbling today...

ALPHYS: The first podcast of- of the Human Fanclub!

[Canned applause.]

ALPHYS:

METTATON: I THINK IT ADDS FLAIR.

ALPHYS: Pfhehehe...

ALPHYS: Today we're going to be talking about the one thing we're both really- really knowledgeable about! And that's inventions.

ALPHYS: Humans have built so many ama- amazing things. It's really only by scavenging from what drops down here that we have things like, like WiFi, and ovens and tablets...

ALPHYS: Which!

ALPHYS: Which, isn't really a, a good thing, but...

ALPHYS: Yeah.

METTATON: ONLY BY SAMPLING FROM THE MORALLY GRAY CAN A TRULY DECADENT MEAL BE MADE.

ALPHYS: I don't think that's a saying... I don't think anyone says that...

METTATON: BUT IT IS A GOOD ONE, RIGHT?

ALPHYS: Yeah, actually!

[Podcast music begins playing.]

ALPHYS: Umm, so when we first fell in the Underground we didn't have much technology at all. Lots of our magic did the work for us, like- like fire magic and healing attacks...

ALPHYS: And it wasn't like the R- the old Home was a hotspot for falling human trash!

ALPHYS: One of the first things we began innovating with was, curiously enough, puzzles. We knew how to build, we knew how to do baseline, baseline surviving down there, but... I dunno, it's just really interesting to me how we immediately turned to art like it was one of the key parts of surviving down there.

ALPHYS: Which it was!! We incorporated dangers into our puzzles that a human- a human wouldn't be able to pass through, sometimes. But mostly they were just exercises for children. A way to pass- to pass the time, to stretch out t-the days a little longer...

ALPHYS: Make the walk home a little more, um, eventful...

ALPHYS: Which I can, I can understand. L-like I said, staying stimulated and enriched was really important to keeping us alive.

ALPHYS: What's curious about this is that humanity- humanity mirrored us up top!

ALPHYS: Instead of having only the b-baseline of what they needed, they had literally everything. Perfect food, perfect- perfect medicine, plenty of green spaces to visit, mental health specialists, knights defending their k-kingdoms...

ALPHYS: So they began improving upon the more... the more fr-frivolous parts of life. Their data processors began- began running games. They began sending out stories that someone could listen to, and eventually see on a screen, from all over!

ALPHYS: At- it's funny because their stories became more varied and rich...

ALPHYS: From my research, though, ours just told the- the same ones, over and over.

METTATON: ANOTHER REASON HUMANS ARE SO FASCINATING.

ALPHYS: (Shh-shh!!)

ALPHYS: It's a matter of placement.

ALPHYS: I- I'm sure that if humans were locked under here by monsters, they'd be te-telling the same stories over and over too!!

ALPHYS: ...

METTATON: ...

ALPHYS: Anyway...

ALPHYS: We advance to... current times, when we've explored all the Underground has to offer. Tech- technology has really advanced due to us discovering a few more openings to Mount Ebott's surface- namely, the big cluster of holes in Waterfall!

ALPHYS: If you're a frequenter of the garbage dump,

ALPHYS: which I am,

ALPHYS: you've probably seen things down there that humans would consider priceless! Maybe you've discovered your favorite book down there. Maybe a really pretty sculpture of a frog.

ALPHYS: My personal favorite is- is any human history that falls down! Books, comics, whatever, it's always never what you expect.

ALPHYS: And it's always really... hopeful. Also something you don't really expect...

[Inspiring music slowly gets louder in the background.]

ALPHYS: Comparing our parallel histories from a point of something we have in common, like- like innovations, and how we react to getting better- is really interesting, because it shows that maybe...

ALPHYS: That maybe- Mettaton!

METTATON: WHAT? I'M BEING SO INSPIRED, ALPHYS!

ALPHYS: O-o-oh, it's- it's really nothing!! I'm just- I'm just saying what I think, and

METTATON: YOU SHOULD DO THAT MORE OFTEN!

ALPHYS: Mettaton!!

METTATON: AND THERE YOU HAVE IT, FOLKS!

ALPHYS: Yeah, that's- whew- that's a short one for today! Just- just to see what you guys think.

ALPHYS: If you liked the podcast, uh... stick around for the next one?

ALPHYS: Thank you for everyone who tuned in!

METTATON: THIS IS METTATON AND ALPHYS, HUMAN FANCLUB, SIGNING OFF!

ALPHYS: Oh, gosh, I need some water.

[slimeypuppy]

Hey the agent AU is astounding, I am honoured to request some words: I am interested in some conflict between Kendall and Stewy, like an all out disagreement that turns to a fight that turns into a hook up? thank you so much in advance X

Stewy can be stubborn. It's usually for a good reason, once Kendall calms down enough to hear him out, and he recognizes that; when Stewy genuinely won't budge on an issue, he has a point. They do this roundabout with every argument, though, and every time, Kendall still thinks he's the one in the right. By this point he logically knows that he should just let Stewy explain and he'll probably wind up agreeing, but he's been taught to never back down in the same way Stewy's been taught to never double down unless he's sure.

"Just fucking listen to me," Stewy snaps, a rare note of frustration bleeding into his voice. "Stop fucking pacing and sit down. I can explain."

"I don't need your explanation. I need you to- to-"

Stewy scoffs and crosses his arms. "Need me to what? Stop doing my job? I get that we have something now, Ken, I do, and I respect that. I'm not just out here trying to- shit, are you fucking-" he laughs with his head thrown back. "You think that that's cheating. You think that one, we have the kind of relationship where I can even cheat in the first place, and two, me doing my fucking job is cheating. Holy shit."

There's a white-hot rage burning behind Kendall's eyes and he has the urge to grab Stewy by the neck and do something very deadly or very inappropriate about it. This is exactly the kind of failure to be a human that his father hates him for. He presses the heels of his hands to his eyes and takes a deep breath.

Just like that, Ken, he had been taught, in and out. Isn't that better?

"You don't mean that," he makes himself say. "We have something, something that- that fucking, that means something. To me, anyways."

A rustling sound makes him lower his hands. Stewy has stood up with him now, and makes a slow approach with his arms still folded in front of his chest, his rolled up sleeves revealing the tantalizing lines of his forearms. His face is blank in the way he trains it when he's hiding his emotions. When it's just the two of them, he usually drops the facade.

"Ken. Babe." Kendall looks away. "Baby," Stewy then amends. "This thing we have, us, is important to me. And it does mean something. The fact of the matter is, though, that we're not a couple and we never will be, and I'm always going to use every tool at my disposal on the job."

"I just can't stand the idea of- of you and..."

"Her name was Melanie," Stewy fills in.

His voice has changed. He's not in argument mode so much anymore as he is saccharine and seductive. It's a very useful deescalation tactic, Kendall knows it well, and it shouldn't work but it always does. He doesn't pull away when Stewy curls his fingers into the side of Ken's faded tee shirt.

"Do you want me to show you? Would that make you feel better?"

Kendall's stomach warms at the thought but he shakes his head. "I'm not interested in taking it up the ass."

"Wasn't suggesting that, actually." Stewy tugs him closer and wraps his arms around Kendall's neck, a position a little awkward with them so close in height. "Fuck me like I fucked her, then you can see if there's anything special about it."

He hesitates. On one hand, the mere idea sends fire through his veins and any excuse to fuck Stewy is a good one in his book. On the other, it means thinking about Stewy and some random girl and what they did. He doesn't want to know if Stewy touched her the same way he touches Kendall.

"She took me to her bed," Stewy says, taking the lack of protest as the agreement Kendall has to admit it is. "We lost our clothes along the way."

"Did you kiss her?"

"No."

They start toward Stewy's bedroom, Kendall working at the buckle of his belt while Stewy tries to get his shirt off. It's difficult to move and undress each other all at once, but the frantic fumbling energy reminds Kendall of a time when he was much younger and less refined. By the time they stumble through the bedroom door, they're both naked and Kendall can feel how hard Stewy is against his hip.

"I pushed her on the bed."

Kendall obeys the instruction and shoves him hard, watching him bounce on the soft mattress with a gleam in his eyes and his legs falling open like it's natural. He can feel himself slipping. Into what, he can't be certain, but he's going somewhere and it's not from the coke he did off of Stewy's wrist before they started fighting.

"She had nice tits," Stewy comments.

The thought of him admiring someone else's body, a woman's chest, pisses Kendall off, but he recognizes the dual purpose of the comment. Stewy's offering him guidance. More often than not, Kendall takes the lead. It's a little nice to just do as he's told, but he's growing restless in his submission quickly. He palms Stewy's pecs and traces over his nipples with his thumbs. While the area isn't a particularly sensitive one for Stewy, he still sighs in pleasure with fluttering lashes while Kendall touches him.

"What then?" He asks.

Stewy smirks. "I got her on her hands and knees and fucked her into the mattress."

"You didn't- you didn't uh, finger her first?"

His gaze softens at Kendall's less than subtle check-in. For a moment, Kendall can believe that they really are a couple, or at least something worth writing home about. Then he's moving into the described position and lowering his upper body, resting his head on crossed arms and practically presenting himself to be taken. He looks so beautiful.

While Stewy probably didn't use lube with that girl, Kendall's going to because he draws the line somewhere between accuracy and hurting Stewy in a fuck that's unpleasant for both of them. He coats himself in it, relishing in the first moments of direct pleasure since this started. He nearly gets distracted by the sensations before his gaze lands on Stewy's body again and he remembers what he's doing.

"Ken," Stewy says, drawn out and almost whiny. "Condom?"

"Oh, you used one?"

The mean feeling in the pit of his stomach is coming back.

"Yeah, I'm not fucking stupid."

"Uh-huh. Sure." He gets up on the foot of the bed, steadying himself on his knees and pressing on Stewy's lower back to get him into a better angle. "Doesn't matter either way. I like coming inside you."

Whatever response Stewy has to that is lost on a moan when Kendall guides his cock into him, struggling to stay quiet himself as he does. Stewy's always incredibly good, but he's extra tight without the prep and it's making Kendall's brain go haywire. He has to remind himself to move slowly and give Stewy time to adjust once he's all the way in, staring at the scarred canvas of Stewy's back.

"Was she greedy for it?"

At first Stewy doesn't answer, but Kendall grabs his ass tightly and starts rocking his hips, slow and torturous as soft whines spill from his lips.

"Baby. Was she greedy?"

"Fuck- yeah, she was. She was begging me for more."

"Beg then."

In all fairness, Kendall's expecting pushback and isn't surprised by Stewy's unthreatening 'fuck you.' He wishes he could draw this out for days. There's no feeling quite like having Stewy, strong, stubborn, incorrigible Stewy, taking him and loving every moment of it. It feels like every time Kendall moves, soft sounds are punched from his lungs in the most beautiful symphony he's ever heard.

"I bet you didn't even touch her clit. Couldn't fucking find it."

"Fuck you, man," Stewy breathes. It comes out closer to a whine. "I didn't give her the chick equivalent of blue balls, fuck off."

"Did she tell you she came just from being fucked? Don't tell me you believe that. You're not that good."

He huffs out a laugh. "Not that you'd know. You're tighter than a fucking clam."

Kendall braces one hand on the back of his neck, effectively pinning him down while he fucks him. That shuts Stewy up more effectively than anything else. He'll have to remember that. The room feels quieter without his commentary, though it's been replaced by the most devastatingly hot moans. Kendall could probably come just from listening to him sound like that. It'd be better than porn and better than a one night stand with a call girl. He wishes he could leave marks where everyone could see them. Not just little flushed areas of skin on Stewy's inner thighs where they're never seen, but dark hickeys on his throat and fingerprints on his wrists and teeth marks on his jaw.

"Did she tell you how wet you made her, babe?" He mocks. "I bet she was soaked for you. You have that effect on people."

Stewy makes a sound that might have been "fuck off" and grabs onto the sheets in white-knuckled hands. All Kendall wants to do is leave him destroyed on the cotton in a puddle of his own cum. He would never really leave Stewy after sex, especially in a state like that, but the mental image has him jerking forward instinctively.

"Harder," Stewy demands, face now turned to the side so he can speak and breathe better. "I like it harder, you fucking know that, Ken, fuck-"

"Did you give it to her harder?" He counters.

"Fuck you. Fuck you, fucking- fuck you so much, just-"

Kendall can't help how smug this makes him feel. "I am fucking you, and this was your idea. You're right; there isn't anything special about this. It's impersonal." He slows down his rhythm as he talks just to make Stewy squirm. "You didn't know what she liked and she didn't know what you liked. I know what you like though, don't I?"

"Yeah, yeah, Ken obviously. Can you just do it?"

"That's no fun."

He does consider the idea of drawing this out for hours until Stewy is an incoherent mess, but he's pretty keyed up as well and wants to come, claim Stewy as his like he's a dog and Stewy is a hydrant he wants to make his own.

"Can you come like this?"

"What happens if I say no?"

"I leave you high and dry."

It's not a threat Kendall would follow through on, they both know that, but the sound of it is what finally makes Stewy come, moaning and going so tight around Kendall that he sees stars. He pulls out just in time to finish all over Stewy's back and ass, stroking himself through the waves of his orgasm as it ebbs.

[drippydumdum]

Let me tell you this red pepper chilly sause is wayyyyyy more burning and torturing than regular chilly flakes i mean my cunt and asshole is on fire and no i didnt touch i just dropped the sause all over my cunt and did clenching exersises so that the sause goes inside cunt as well and fuck if this isnt torture idk what is i mean the yhings i do to make myself suffer like omfg how pathetic i am that i puy myself through these super duper painful stuff like im so fumb i think it wont hurt everytime and everytime ig like huts so muchhhhh like im so fucking stipid to think it wont hurt like a lot just teeny tiny bit not much

[fortheloveoffanfic]

Put Me in a Movie

 Keanu Reeves x Reader

Series Summary  Prologue 

Warning- Slight SMUT/NSFW.

Chapter 1- Lights, Camera, Action! 

2 Months Later, Chicago  “Are you okay?” Keanu asked, breaking Y/n out of her troublesome thoughts, the anxious bobbing of her leg coming to a halt. From his chair in the hair and make-up room, he observed Y/n curiously and worriedly; they had been filming together for a month by then and the two had grown to be friends; she had been easily navigating the differences between filming movies and television shows with the grace of his sage advice and Keanu found that despite her young age, Y/n was easy to talk to and a good listener.

“Yeah!” Her head snapped up, the thin, wispy fake bangs put on by one of the hairdressers nearly fell over her eyes and blended perfectly with her natural hair. Her make-up for the scene had already been done too; a couple bruises and cuts expertly painted on, looking as real as if she’d been in a fight and the costume department had put her in a skin-tight pair of jeans, a grey band tee and a leather jacket. Keanu didn’t want to admit it, the thought in itself should have been a sin, but she looked perfectly enticing. Bringing him back out of his mind, Y/n continued, her voice an octave higher than usual, “I’m fine, why?”

Keanu shrugged, “You just seem nervous,” he commented casually. 

Could he really see right through her like that? After only a couple months of knowing each other? Averting her gaze; it took all of Y/n’s will to not look at Keanu; he looked so astonishingly attractive, even an off brand bomber jacket, with a dirty, white t-shirt and jeans and strategic movie make-up. It had actually been a while since his striking looks had such an effect on her. Y/n had grown comfortably used to his whiskey gaze and raven framed face, but that day was different. That day was supposed to be their first sex scene.

Y/n had only done a few others for the television show that she had not too long ago been wrapped up, but none were with someone so much older. Or with someone she was so attracted to. They had barely even talked about it, and thankfully, it was the one thing that Keanu hadn’t asked to rehearse. It wasn’t that she didn’t want to do it, it was more of a fear of what would happen after. Would one of them get aroused? Would she think about it for months on end? Would he think about it at all?

She and Keanu were friends. She had a boyfriend, sort of, and for some reason the nerves that accompanied the thought of fake sex with Keanu made her feel guilty, like she was cheating somehow. But Y/n didn’t want to be a cheater, she couldn’t be.

Feeling his eyes bare into her, awaiting a response, Y/n finally looked towards Keanu, though she still couldn’t speak, “It’s the sex scene isn’t it?” Of course he knew, why’d he have to be so intuitive? It was both charming and annoying. 

With a heavy sigh, Y/n’s shoulders slumped, “Yeah, it is. It’s just......what if things get weird after?”

Frowning, Keanu slumped further into his chair, “Will it be weird for you?” He titled his head, concern evident, “Does this....make you uncomfortable? Because if it does, I can try to talk to Jackson and-”

“No!” Y/n didn’t want Keanu to think that being in close proximity to him would make her uncomfortable, nor did she want to upset Jackson, “It doesn’t make me uncomfortable as much as it does.....makes me worried,” the words sounded more like a question and Y/n wasn’t even sure if ‘worried’ was the right word.

“Worried?” Keanu mirrored, licking his lips, leaning forward in his chair. Thankfully, the room was empty save for the two of them, because when he propped his arms on his thighs, seemingly closer than he had before, Y/n had to sit up straighter and fight to ignore the twinge that prodded at her center when Keanu’s next words carelessly feel off his lips, accompanied by a devilishly crooked grin, “What, you think I’m going to ruin you for Luke?” Her ‘sort of’ boyfriend. 

Y/n scoffed at Keanu’s confidence, trying to, not even internally, admit that he might every reason to have it. “No,” she huffed, “I meant, what if things get weird between us,” she gestured between them.

Truthfully, Keanu’s cocky humor had been a cover for his own worries; it wasn’t like he wanted to ruin his friendship with Y/n by ‘accidentally’ getting an erection. Hell, seeing her in skin tight jeans alone was doing things to him, especially when he wandered what she’d look like as he peeled- 

Nope.

Clearing his throat, Keanu sat up, getting serious so he’d stop thinking about bad things, “Listen,” he reached over, lightly tapping her knee, “Don’t worry about it. We’re professionals, we’re getting paid to pretend to have sex, people do the real deal all the time for less. Just don’t read too much into anything and we’ll be fine, and if it makes you feel better, just think about Luke the whole time.”

If only it were that easy.

Y/n expertly pretended to perk up, “Yeah, okay. Should be easy. So, who are you gonna think about?” She raised her brows in teasing question. 

“I-”

“Hey,” one of the assistant directors, just a few years older than Y/n walked in, clip board in hand, frazzled and apparently in a hurry, “We’ve been looking for you two everywhere,” the young man breathed, “Jackson’s ready for you on set.”

Keanu sang a praise to the heavens as he walked out of the room behind Y/n; he really didn’t have an answer to her question. At least, he didn’t have an appropriate answer.  It wasn’t like he was some kind of creep; awaiting the infamous sex scene or the chance to see Y/n half naked, he wasn’t a fucking pervert. But he was a man, and he’d be lying to himself, and everyone else if he said he was about to have someone else on his mind while she was on top of him.

But it made him feel disgusting. Like he was violating her. Maybe he should have spoken to Jackson before hand, ask if he’d be willing to using to use a double for the scene instead of Y/n herself. But it was too late, the scene was half hour away from being shot. So, now, all Keanu could do was hope he was professional enough to not let things get away from him, or that he was a really good liar.  

“Why are they really after you?” Ella’s lips quivered as the question left her lips. Her small hand held a wad of gauze to the bullet wound on James’ upper arm. He had taken off his jacket to give her better access and it was taking all of her will to not swoon at the firm swell of his bicep. He was in great shape for a man his age. 

Through gritted teeth, James tried to brush off her question, wincing when Ella moved on to using what was left of the first aid kit to stitch up his wound, “I told you, they want-”

“You told me, and you lied,” licking her lips, Ella sighed, “I want the truth James, this is my life too now.”

Sighing, James hesitated, “There were some sealed files; at first it just looked like intel on some of the bigger mobs, but when I dug deeper, I found out that they weren’t just mobs, or gangs or whatever, they were being run from inside too.” James glanced around the little cabin, as if to ensure that there was no one around, “I don’t think the government knows, because when the board found out that I had it......”

“They came after you,” the wound was small and Ella was finished in no time, giving the area one final cleaning before putting her hands down and removing the blue latex gloves. Surprisingly, he found that he immediately missed her touch. 

Standing, James tried to put some space between them; being that close to her was clouding his judgment, “You shouldn’t have come with me,” he determined. 

Ella stood too rolling her eyes as she stripped off her leather jacket, dumping it on the back of a rickety old dining chair. Like that, James could better appreciate the way her fitted grey t-shirt stretched across her breasts, and when she folded her slender arms, a sliver of her midriff became more exposed, the little silver stud at her navel teasing his wandering eyes.

“Yeah?” Ella scoffed, “Well I’m already here. And if I wasn’t, you’d be dead.”

“Relax,” James huffed, “It was a bullet in my arm.”

“I’m talking about how your idea of getting away would have involved us climbing up the back of alley,” Ella scoffed in annoyance.

“Yeah?” James chuckled humorlessly, “Well with your driving we almost didn’t make it here.”

Emitting another sound of irritation, that time mixed with offence, as she dropped her hands to her sides. When Ella’s hands brushed her sides, some of his drying blood rubbed off on her pants, “God, are you really so self-involved that can’t accept that I did a better job at saving us than you?” Slowly, Ella closed the short distance between them, “You’re such an asshole,” she huffed, ready to brush past him.

James grabbed Ella’s arm though, making her stop in her tracks and stare at how his fingers easily circled her arm. For a minute, he just looked at her peculiarly, “I’m gonna freshen up,” she tried to shake off his grip.

“Look, I’m sorry for being a jerk okay? I’m just used to working alone,” he swallowed tightly, aching to kiss her pink, plump lips. “Are you sure you don’t want me to look at this first?” James’ calloused fingers brushed some hair away from her scalp, his touch sending shivers up her spine. There was a gash at her scalp, nothing that would warrant any real fuss, but James needed an excuse to keep her there.

Sucking in a breath, Ella brought her hand up to her forehead, though, she wasn’t really focused the cut, too busy getting lost in two pools of dark brown, “I......” she swallowed tightly, knowing that he shouldn’t make her feel the was she was. 

The rest of her response was lost when James leaned down, their kiss starting off slow and sensual, though quickly growing heated and passionate. Before long, James’ stocky finger had found the hem of Ella’s t-shirt and he was pulling it over her head, his hands immediately going to grope her surprisingly unrestrained breasts after he’d tossed it to the floor. 

Ella fumbled with the buckled of his belt, moving on to undoing his jeans when it was off. His pants fell to the floor, and James kicked them off along with his shoes. Undoing the buttons of Ella’s jeans, he pulled away, and as much as he’d want to see them being slowly peeled off, his lips feather light on the inside of her thighs, he was in too much of a hurry; shoving them down before sliding his hands to cup her ass. With his lips on hers again, he tugged on her legs, urging her to jump.

Clumsily, he walked backwards stumbling onto the worn sofa that they had left not too long ago. Ella shoved his boxers down, and he did the same with her panties, groaning as she ground on him.

By the time the scene was over, Keanu was a hot mess. From the minute Jackson yelled cut, Y/n all but jumped out of his lap, readily grabbing the robe that one of the assistants offered. “Y/n-”

Keanu had just finished the very last syllable of her name when Y/n was already standing, tying the robe closed, shoving her feet into nearby slippers before starting to scuttle off, “I have to go,” she managed, halfway off the set already, “Talk later, right?”

“Yeah, okay,” Keanu returned, though he had already worked out that Y/n hadn’t heard him, nor did she care to. When Jackson started approaching, Keanu scrambled for one of the set pillows, wincing as he pressed it over his hard on. He was almost completely sure that that was the reason for Y/n rushing out like that, flustered and uncomfortable. He really hadn’t meant for it to happen, but between groping and kneading her breasts and then having her grind on him like that, it was easy to get lost in the moment and let their surroundings melt away. The noises she made, even if they were just for show, weren’t helping either. In fact, they just got Keanu’s mind going; wondering if she was actually that vocal. He them liked loud. 

Shifting when Jackson sat next to him, Keanu willed his body to calm down, to think of anything other than Y/n. Puppies. Sumo wrestlers. Circus clowns. Anything.  “Keanu,” the grayed man slapped his bare shoulder, “That was good stuff, I told you the long shot would be better.”

“You did,” Keanu’s smile was tight and forced as he nodded stiffly. Maybe he should have rushed out like Y/n, then again, it wasn't like he wanted the whole crew knowing about his situation, “Did you get everything you needed?”

“I did,” Jackson chuckled, a new wicked glint now visible beneath the thick lenses of his glasses, “In fact seeing the two of you like that kind of makes me want to add another.” 

What? That was supposed to be the only one!

“Yeah,” he nodded, apparently forgetting that Keanu was still next to him; lost in his ‘artistic vision’, “I’m thinking right before the last confrontation, kind of like one final hurrah.”

Keanu just hummed, not really in agreement. After that performance, Keanu wasn’t even sure if Y/n would look at him again, far less want to be in another intimate scene with him. He’d have to apologize to her before the end of the day. 

Not even noticing that Keanu had yet to give any opinion on the matter, Jackson was already standing again, nudging his shoulder one last time before he, like most of the crew, left, leaving Keanu alone with his thoughts and a, thankfully, deflating crotch. 

From the minute Y/n was back in the security of her trailer, she slammed the door shut, pressing her back against it. Think about Luke. Think about Luke. Think about Luke! The words were a mantra in her racing mind, and up until the minute Keanu had kissed her, his lips so soft and gentle, and heady contrast to the roughness of his beard on her skin, she had been thinking of Luke. But somewhere between work and her overactive imagination, the feeling of eyes on them melted away and by the time she was grinding in his lap, Y/n could feel herself aching to be touched, to be fucked. Not by Luke, he was the last person on her mind, but by Keanu.

Even standing there, Y/n couldn't get Keanu’s touch out of her head; his hands hand been rough on her body, his large palms swallowing up her breasts, his hardening cock under her growing arousal. In her ridiculous fantasies, on her way back to the trailer, Y/n had fooled herself into thinking that it was, by all intents and purposes, her image and body that had gotten Keanu so excited. But she knew better; there was no way that it was her. It wasn’t like she was lacking in self confidence, but his advice to think of someone else had to come from somewhere. Experience perhaps?

The room suddenly felt hot, and stripping herself of the cheep fleece robe, Y/n removed the pesky little stickers that guarded her nipples and hurriedly slipped out of the skin colored panties that she had been wearing her costume underwear.The clip on bangs were the last thing that Y/n took off in the small bathroom, before getting under the spray, not even bothering with hot water. A cold shower, that’s what she needed.

The frosty water hit her skin all at one, nearly shocking the arousal away. Y/n stood under the steady stream for a while, hoping the steamy thoughts of Keanu could somehow be washed away by soap and water. After a while, she leaned on the tiled wall, wondering how much time had passed, thankful that they weren’t carded to shoot anything else until late that night, and even more grateful that it would be more high action and less intimate. 

It was late when Jackson had yelled cut for the final time that night, exasperation tinging his tone And even then, he didn’t let them go, opting to give Y/n and Keanu a half hour lecture on how wooden they were being. Afterwards, he’d sent them out of his trailer like two children; expected to make up after a playground spat. They had even promised that they would. But Y/n and Keanu’s assurances couldn’t be taken for anything more than face value, because, the minute they were out of sight, they immediately went their separate ways.  

Or at least, Y/n went her separate way; scurrying off towards the black, heavily tinted SUV that awaited her at the curb, ready to take her back to the hotel that they cast had been set up in. Keanu didn’t even have the opportunity to offer her as much as a awkward goodbye or an apology for what had happened earlier that day. For a minute, he had debated calling out to her, or hurrying to catch her before she’d gotten in, but Keanu eventually dismissed the idea, not wanting to make Y/n even more uncomfortable. So, instead, he’d decided to talk to her at the next organically available opportunity, hoping it would be soon. 

On her ride back to the hotel, Y/n had contemplated texting Keanu, not wanting him to think that he’d done something wrong, and feeling a little guilty for playing a part in messing up their scenes that night. But instead, she had decided to give Luke a call, hoping to reignite her affections for him before facing Keanu. For a minute, Y/n’s thumb hovered his name in the contact list, wondering if she she actually wanted to talk to him, though, she eventually hit call, putting the phone to her ear.

On the second ring, he answered. He was always quick to pick up the phone. “Y/n,” he greeted cheerily, “Hey, what’s up?”

“Nothing much,” Y/n toyed with a loose thread on her sweater as she faked the excitement in her tone, “How was your day?”

“It was okay, I missed talking to you though,” at that, Y/n rolled her eyes, nearly gagging. She’d never been one for all that mushy stuff, she just couldn’t get it. He had his life. She had hers. They could live separately and still be in a relationship, or whatever she and Luke were in, without the constant contact and gooey romantic stuff. “I’m so glad to hear your voice,” he added when Y/n couldn’t sum up a response. 

Sometimes, Y/n would ask herself what she was doing with Luke. The thought was rare, but if you were dating someone, it shouldn’t come up at all, right? He was older than her, just by a few years at twenty-seven, and they’d met at the Met Gala the year before; he was the son of a designer who was serving on the board and it had been Y/n’s first time at the event. They had gotten to talking shortly after the night, and slowly, they’d entered into something a bit more than platonic. At first, it was nice, or maybe, Y/n thought, she’d just liked the attention he gave her, because months later, they hadn’t gone very far. It wasn’t like Luke hadn’t hinted that he was interested in more though, sometimes he’d talk about doing more ‘couple’ things; going on a vacation together, meeting each other’s parents and using labels. Y/n had persisted that they didn’t need those things to be a ‘real’ couple, but really, it was only because she was scared of more. Or perhaps, she really didn’t want Luke the way she had convinced herself that she did.

Not knowing how to respond, Y/n tried to change the topic, “How’s Paris? I’m sure the the models love you,” she teased. Luke was a photographer, and most recently, he had been recruited by his own mother to shoot her Summer line. 

“It’s great. The models are nice too, I guess,” he didn’t seem particularly interested in talking about them, “The city though, God Y/n, we’ve gotta come back together sometime.”

Like she always did, Y/n tensed up at the thought of planning for the future with him. What was wrong with her? Any other girl would be thrilled to have a man like Luke interested in them; he was smart, funny, attentive and insanely attractive. Y/n always though that her fear of entering something more serious with him might have been easier to accept if he weren’t such a sweetheart. Breaking up with him might have been like kicking a puppy; an unofficial crime. 

“Maybe,” Y/n hoped she didn’t sound too disinterested, “But Walter’s and Joann are already trying to book projects for the rest of the year.”

“I’m sure we’ll find some time,” Luke sounded hopeful and just then, the car came to a halt. Before someone could get the door for her, Y/n was already out, her bag slung on her shoulder. “Are you back at the hotel already?”

“I just got in,” as Y/n walked, she could see people staring, definitely knowing who she was, some probably wanting pictures but not wanting to interrupt her phone call. Out of the corner of her eye, Y/n also spotted Keanu, and she could tell he’d caught a glimpse of her too. Though, he was surrounded by a small group, taking pictures and signing things. 

Not really paying much attention to it, Y/n continued her conversation with Luke, laughing quietly when he told a joke, humming when he said something interesting. 

By the time Y/n was up in her room, tossing her bag to the nearest chair, shrugging off her coat and kicking off her shoes, she was looking for an out of the call. “Hey, babe, I’ve gotta go, I think someone’s at the door.” Breezing through a mushy goodbye and promises to talk soon, Y/n finally hung up, discarding the phone on the sofa before flopping onto it herself. Raising only slightly, she pulled out her hair-tie, letting her luscious locks fall over her shoulders in soft waves. 

Y/n shifted until she was comfortable, or rather, as comfortable as she could be laying on a sofa dressed in jeans and a thick sweater. Her eyes, heavy with tire slipped closed as she eased her head onto the upholstered arm of the chair. Soon enough, her head was lolling to the side, soft breaths even and deep as a light slumber overtook.

Her body fell into the comfort of sleep easily, though, it was jerked out of it just as quickly when someone knocked on her door. With a startle, and somewhat disoriented, Y/n awoke. “Coming!” She managed, stumbling to her feet, running corrective fingers through her hair as she padded over to the door of her suite. 

The brass knob was cool under her touch and when she pulled it open, Y/n really wished that she’d done more than combed her hair with her fingers, “Keanu!”

“Hey,” he half waved awkwardly, “Are you busy?”

“Well, I was asleep, so not really,” pulling the door open some more, she gestured for him to come in.

“Shit!” He mumbled, mirroring her  she ran her own hands through her hair again, “I didn’t even think that you’d be asleep,” his usual confidence was absent and Keanu even seemed a little flustered, “We can talk tomorrow if you’re too tired.”

“No,” Y/n dismissed his apology with a wave of her hand, “It’s fine.” Keanu followed Y/n to the little living room, watching as she moved her bag and phone before gesturing for him to seat. Folding one leg under herself, Y/n sank down next to him, though, she was tucked away in one corner, trying to put enough space between them. “What did you want to talk about?”

“About today,” he sighed, scrubbing his hands over his jean clad thighs, “I-”

“Before you say anything, I think I owe you an apology for just running out like that. And then, you know, acting all weird for the rest of the day. It’s just.....” Y/n searched for the right words. Maybe she should have let Keanu finish instead of cutting him off, at least then she wouldn’t have to scramble for a believable lie. She certainly wasn’t about to tell him that rubbing up on him had left her soaked and touch starved. Stuttering, Y/n eventually offered up the worst lie she’d ever told, “It’s just, I’m not used to that kind of thing.”

Nodding slowly, Keanu forced a smile, not really knowing how to feel about Y/n’s admission. It was her? Was she just lying to make him feel better? Maybe he shouldn’t flatter himself like that. 

“Oh,” he chuckled uncomfortably, “I just thought that I might have made you uncomfortable, with, you know.”

Knitting her brows, Y/n’s sleep-craving mind took a solid minute before understanding what he meant, “Oh!” Her eyes widened as she realized what he was talking about. A distinct heat rushed to her cheeks and Y/n had to push the memory of how he felt under her pooling arousal; once again feeling guilty, that time for thinking that he was undoubtedly bigger than Luke. “No,” she avoided Keanu’s face; embarrassed “Of course not, part of the job right?”

“Right,” Keanu nodded, observing how Y/n was actively avoiding his gaze. He hated that he’d probably made her uncomfortable, and desperately wanting to fix it. Though, he really didn’t know how.

Just as Keanu’s lips quivered to speak though, Y/n seemed to quickly get over it, or at least, managed to pretend that she had, “Are you busy tonight? Do you want to get room service?”

“Sure,” Keanu shrugged. It was something they had grown used to doing since they’d gotten to Chicago, a few nights a week, they’d get together, in either of their rooms, and have dinner together. They’d eat over wine or beer from the stocked ensuite bar, sometimes engaged in conversation, other times while just watching television. “I can order and you can get drinks?”

“Yeah,” Y/n agreed, already standing, “Get me the usual, okay?” Y/n tossed the cordless phone, and he caught it without effort.

“You have three versions of ‘the usual’, which one do you want?” He chuckled, browsing through menu that Y/n had left on the coffee table.

“The ‘chicken fingers and fries’ usual. And get cake too!” Y/n half-yelled from the other room, “Beer or wine?”

“Beer!” Keanu shot back, chuckling at Y/n’s choice of meal, teasing her with a quip along the lines of it being ‘kid food’.

In what felt like no time, their dinner had been delivered and Y/n and Keanu had situated themselves on the sofa, surrounded by food, their drinks on the table. When Keanu stole one of her fries, Y/n scoffed, “How dare you steal my kid food?” She huffed in mock disdain.

“I take that back,” he grinned, nudging her shoulder and swiping another fry off Y/n’s plate, knowing that she really didn’t mind. 

After dinner, and a quiet a few beers later, Y/n and Keanu sat closer than before, a slice of cake between them, each with their own fork. The desert, according to Y/n, tasted like chocolate heaven and Keanu had just smiled lightly at the comment. He’d never been much of a laugh-er, or a smile-er, or someone who wanted to spend his nights in a hotel room sharing triple chocolate cake with someone he’d only known for a handful of months, but with Y/n, he’d found himself doing just that. There was just something about her that made him want to loosen up, let someone in.

Moistening his lips, Keanu took a sip from probably his fourth bottle, regarding Y/n with a soft smile. She looked nice, well, he always thought she looked nice, but that night, something was different. Maybe it was the pale yellow light washing her features, making her long lashes cast shadows high on her cheeks and her eyes seem darker. Or perhaps it was how her hair fell around her face, loose curls framing her make-up free face. It could have simply just been her; Y/n in everything that made her herself. Whatever it was, Keanu perceived it differently that night, in a way that he probably shouldn’t have.

Y/n brought the fork to her lips, a sliver of chocolate cake being popped into her mouth, between her plump lips. He had kissed those lips earlier in the day and it didn’t take much to bring the memory back to the front of his mind. Soft, delicate and oddly sweet. When she dragged the fork out of her mouth, it left behind the tiniest spec of chocolate frosting. “What?” Y/n furrowed her brows, feeling his eyes on her, “I have something on my face don’t I?”

Keanu smiled despite himself. “Actually,” he huffed, pointing the spot on his own face. When Y/n couldn’t seem to get it with her napkin, constantly missing, Keanu leaned over, the rest of his fingers cupping her chin as his thumb grazed the side of Y/n’s lip. Even as he was sure that he’d gotten the frosting, Keanu’s finger didn’t move; he was too distracted by their eyes meeting. Y/n sucked in a breath and the air seemed to push them together. Neither of them could tell who leaned in more, but without them even realizing it, they were only a shared breath away before their lips were locking. The kiss was chaste at first, though, when the tips of Y/n’s fingers went to Keanu’s cheek, his hand slid down to cup her neck and their mouths started moving in unison, slow and tender.

Soft

Delicate

Sweet

Sweeter than before. It was innocent too, devoid of any sexual pretenses. Maybe it was an offence of her youth, but Y/n thought that no kiss had ever felt like that, like it was so right and welcoming. Her hand slid to tangle in his hair, and they scooted on the sofa to get nearer, logic forgone.......

Until their movements made the cutlery clatter loudly.

As if awakening from a daze, Keanu and Y/n sprang apart, suddenly extremely concerned with all matters of keeping their hands to themselves and safe distances. “That was......”

“Yeah...” Keanu seemed just as shocked as Y/n and he desperately tried to avoid her face, knowing that another proper look at her would have him melting again. But he couldn’t do that. She had a boyfriend. Sort of.

Y/n gave her best attempt at a laugh, though it sounded fake and nervous, “We’ve been drinking.”

“Yeah,” Keanu stood, stuffing his hands into his pockets, wanting to leave but not wanting to seem rude.

Y/n stood too, passing her hands through her hair before toying with the sleeves of her mint greet blouse, “And we’re tired, so....”

“We just need to.....” he swallowed thickly, knowing that they were both lying, to each other and themselves. That kiss wasn’t just the effect of tire or drinking. They weren’t even drunk, at most, a little tipsy. That kiss was.....

Keanu didn’t want to think about it.

Thinking about it meant that Y/n would be more than a friend.

And Y/n couldn’t be more than a friend.

“I should go,” he blurted out, already headed for the door.

“Mhm,” Y/n was behind him, though at a safe, friendly, distance away, “Yupp, it’s late. And we have to work tomorrow.”

“We do,” he agreed. When they were at the door, Y/n flipped the turn lock, pulling the door open, “I guess I’ll see you tomorrow. On set, I mean.”

“Yeah,” Y/n cleared her throat, “Well, goodnight.” Usually, she’d peck his cheek, but given recent events, Y/n didn’t think it was the best idea.

“Goodnight,” Keanu managed as he slipped out. 

The minute he was gone, headed up the hall to his own room, Y/n shut the door, locking it again. Leaning forward, she pressed her forehead to the surface. Instead of working things out, they’d probably just made them worst and by the time Y/n was dragging herself to bed, she realized that one day had given her two things to feel guilty about. 

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[ddomingo-en-fuego]

either i’m trippin or sims 3 literally doesn’t fucking work,,,heLLO moveobjects please i wanna- why can’t i roof a place roof HELLO

is it the wine or is ts3 fumb

bye why did the expansion packs yeet i want to give this lesbian a cat blease i am begging you EA shut the fuck up and fix the sims games literally the only reason i’m playing sims 2 no sims 3 is because sims 4 don’t fuckin wORK

help me

[thecozywhaleshark]

King of Hearts (pt. 4)

Word Count: 6,344

Warnings: Smut. Angst. Some fluff. Swearing. Oral (male and female receiving). Denial. Overstimulation. Bondage. Begging. Masturbation. Unprotected sex (they forgot this time sorry, please be safe my beans). A little thigh riding. Little face riding. Basically the kinkiest shit I have written so far. I’ll go retreat back to my hell cell now.

Summary: He was hired to teach her things... and so that is what he’ll do.

“Bye everyone! It was nice to meet you and see some of you again!” Jin yells, waving as you walk out of the door of another publishing event.

You were so glad it had gone well. It had come up last minute and you had frantically texted Jin: “I have a meeting and Marsha (another one of my editors) is asking about you… H E L P” and thankfully, he had come through.

It had been a long dinner, office casual, and you almost drooled when you saw Jin enter the restaurant in a simple pair of slacks and a buttondown shirt, looking delectable as always.

“Thank you for saving me… again,” you sigh, cheerfully linking your arm through his as you walked to your car.

“You’re just lucky it landed on our date night.” Jin replies, giving you a wink.

You roll your eyes. Boys. “Date night, huh? So that’s what we’re calling it?”

He leans in and brushes his lips against your ear. “That’s what we’re calling it until we’re out of earshot of some of your co-workers.”

You glance behind you and see that there were, in fact, two of your team walking a couple feet behind you on their way across the parking lot.

“Good catch,” you whisper, “Now pretend to laugh at something I said.”

Jin lets out a jolly laugh and unlinks your arms so he can throw it around your shoulders.

“I can’t believe you said that!” he says, raising his voice slightly so the people behind you are sure to hear.

“You’re just jealous you didn’t think of it first,” you fire back, raising your own voice slightly and elbowing him in the gut before ducking out from under his arm and striding out of his reach. “Race you to the car!”

You are thankful you decided to wear flats to this dinner instead of your heels and take off, more to get away from your co-workers than actually play with Jin.

Jin catches up to you easily and could have outrun you, but you slam your hand against the back of your car.

“I win!” you crow gleefully.

“That’s not fair, I don’t know what your car looks like!” he complains, while you search in your bag for your car keys.

You grin. “I just thought we should put some space between us and our followers,” you state, nodding your head in their direction.

He glances back and sees them a good ways off and grins. “Smart tactic…” he mumbles, then leans across the hood as he waits for you to unlock the door. “… or were you just warming up for later?”

You smirk and give him a heavy wink. “Maybe I was warming you up,” you reply, unlocking the door and sliding into your seat before he has a chance to reply, and therefore missing the way his face changes.

Jin slides into the passenger side and buckles, waiting until you start the car and are backing out before speaking.

“So I read some of your works…”

You blush hard. Well this has to be a nightmare... 

“Oh god.”

“I read that Elaina is tied up in Chapter 57… and so is Ariel in Chapter 8, and Sydney in Chapter 32, and Morgan in Chapter 23…” he counts off his fingers then looks up at you with a smirk.

You can feel your face turning so red it hurts and you’re thankful for the darkness of the car, though you’re sure he can see flashes of it in the strobing passes of the streetlights.

“Did you read everything I’ve written in a week?”

He rests his head on the back of his seat and shrugs. “You write interesting things. And I travel a lot. Reading passes the time.”

You nod and there is a moment of silence before his voice leeches out from the dark.

“Tell me, y/n, have you ever tied up a man?”

You choke and swerve the car, and a car honks at you.

“WATCH IT!” Jin shouts, grabbing the steering wheel and getting you to the side of the road.

He pats your back while you fan yourself with your hand. “What –“

He runs a hand through his hair. “Okay, let’s try that again. You seem to be quite fascinated with tying up other women y/n… have you enjoyed that in past experiences?”

You blush before mumbling a soft yes and he makes a humming sound in the back of his throat. “Okay. Things to keep in mind.”

The car ride is silent until Jin suddenly yells, “THERE!” and points violently to a store on the corner.

“What?! What is it?!” You yell, straining to see if there was something in the road ahead of you.

“That store – do you see the neon red sign?”

You squint. “Momma Thot’s Sex and Secrets?”

He nods. “Yes! Pull into that parking lot.”

“Why?” you ask as you cross lanes and turn into the lot of the gas station on the other side of the street.

“I have something I need to buy there… for us.”

You park the car and turn to him. “Us?”

“Yes, us.”He smirks and unlocks his door, climbing out before ducking his head back in. “You hired me to teach you things, darling. And this item is part of the lesson. Plus, this shop is the only place I can get it.”

You climb out of the driver’s side and slam your door, double-checking to make sure you locked it.

“This place is sketchy.” You say, quickly walking to Jin’s side.

He scoffs. “Don’t judge it just because it has a red sign. Kristy is very nice.”

You raise an eyebrow. “Kristy?”

“The owner of the shop.”

You look at him and he holds out an arm in front of you to stop you from walking into traffic.

“So I take it you’ve been to this place many times before then.”

He smirks and gestures to you when the traffic is cleared enough so you can cross. “I know this place like the back of my hand…”

You thought you heard him say “and the woman who runs it too,” but you couldn’t be sure, as a loud truck drowned out the last part of his sentence.

You tried to ignore it but you couldn’t help hearing it over and over in your mind. And the woman who runs it too and the woman who runs it too and the woman…

Jin opens the door for you and you enter the store under the ding of the bell.

Yup, definitely a sex shop, you think as you take in the racks of nude magazines by the door and the locked case of whips and harnesses against the back wall.

“Can I help you?” a woman purrs and you turn to meet the striking blue eyes of the cashier. Jin offers her an easy smile.

“Hey, Kristy. Just need some of that lovely Japanese silk rope you introduced me to…” he leans against the counter and gives her a heavy wink.

She smirks back. “Back for more?” she asks, slowly trailing her hand up his arm.

He covers her hand with his own. “As much as I would love a little more of you… I have a date tonight.” He nods in your direction.

You offer a shy smile and little wave of your fingers. Kristy chuckles and gives a little finger wave back making you blush and look away.

I’m just gonna go over here and um… admire this wall of dildos… yup.

“Do you think she’ll be able to handle it?” you hear Kristy whisper and Jin laughs.

“The rope please, princess. You know my favorite one.”

She chuckles and pulls a sky blue rope off the back wall.

He smirks. “Perfect. Just like the eyes of my favorite girl.”

You roll your eyes and try to ignore the twinge of jealousy that pings inside you and turn your focus to a shelf of ball gags. Maybe if I shove one down my throat far enough I’ll die…

No. Snap out of it.

You’re gagging enough having to listen to this.

Not that you’re jealous.

Why are you suddenly jealous of an escort?

Stop it. This wasn’t the plan.

“Ready to go?” You start and turn around, seeing Jin holding a plastic bag and staring at you curiously.

“Um, yeah. I’m fine. Let’s… yup. We go.” You quickly spin on your heel and head out the door, Jin chuckling after you.

I am not jealous of the sex store cashier. Am not. Not jealous. Not.

“You’re flighty tonight, little bird.” He hums, catching up with you easily in just a few long strides.

You laugh and hate how it comes out sounding higher than you intended. “This is how I normally walk.”

He snorts. “No you don’t. You drag your feet. Right now, you seem to be running away.”

He grabs your arm and pulls you to a stop. “Y/n… are you scared? Because we don’t have to do this tonight, I just thought that maybe…”

You shake your head furiously. “No! Oh no. I’m not scared.”

He lets go of your arm and shoves his hands in his pockets, the bag dangling at his hip. “Then what is it?”

You tuck your hair behind your ear and look away, letting out a huffy breath. “Sex stores just make me uncomfortable.”

He smirks. “Says the erotica writer.”

You roll your eyes. “Yes, says the erotica write who hired an escort-“ you turn and poke him in the chest. “-that’s you, to teach her things.”

He smirks and holds up the bag. “And that’s exactly what I’m doing.” He leans down close and breathes hot on your ear. “But to teach you things… dearie… we have to do a little… shopping.” He kisses your cheek and straightens, walking over to your car.

“Now where are we going? Which hotel?”

You fidget with the straps of your purse and blush, trying to keep your voice steady. “The nearest hotel is half an hour away from here… so I was thinking…”

Just spit it out already, y/n

He turns around and raises an eyebrow. “Yes?”

“Um… I was thinking, we could maybe, if it’s okay with you, to um, go to my place?”

He seems to miss a step for a second before shaking his head and letting out a little laugh.

“If that’s what you want.”

You shrug and follow him. “It’s just closer, that’s all.”

“Well, in that case…” he walks to the passenger side and tugs violently on the handle with his free hand. “Let me in!” he hollers, making the handle of the door thump faster and you laugh, pulling your keys out of your purse.

“You’re a child.”

He smirks as you unlock the car and folds his arms on the top of your car.

“You won’t be thinking that soon, love.” He winks and slides in your car, leaving you cursing him silently and fumbling to find the right key for the ignition.

You make it back home in relative silence… well as silent as it can be as Jin reaches into the bag and begins to untie the rope ends, practicing knots as you drive through the dark.

“This is me,” you say, pulling up to your apartment building and parking.

“You live in an apartment?” Jin asks, stepping out of the car and beginning to swing his bag again. “Why don’t you have a house?”

You shrug. “I don’t like the idea of living alone in a big house. I don’t need it. An apartment is fine.”

He nods as you head up the stairs in silence and lead him to your door at the end of the hall.

“Okay, so this is my place…” you state, awkwardly holding the door open for him.

Of course it is stupid, why would you let him into a random place? Why would you have the key to some random building?

Oh, shut up.

He looks around and unbuttons the cuffs of his sleeves, rolling them up. “Cozy.”

You roll your eyes and follow him in. “What were you expecting, a mansion?”

“Nah,” he grins and sets the bag on the kitchen table. “Just for it to be a little messier. Like my place.”

“Oo so the popular escort Jin is a mess?” you tease, setting your purse down next to the bag.

“You have no idea,” he whispers, his eyes going dark for a moment before he gives a brief shake of his head and gives you that flirtatious grin again.

“So,” he kicks off his shoes and reaches for the bag again, shaking it. “Where should we set up?” He wiggles his eyebrows and you laugh, shoving him with your shoulder on your way past him.

“This way.”

You lead him into your bedroom and turn on the lights, gesturing towards your bed. “I assume you’ll want to do this there.”

He laughs and heads over to it, sitting on the end of the bed and bouncing a few times. “This would be preferred, yes.”  

He beings to unbutton his shirt and you yelp.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa! What are you doing?!”

He looks at you curiously. “… getting naked?”

You blush furiously and look away. Of course he is.

He smirks. “What’s the matter, doll? Getting nervous?” he chuckles and shrugs his shirt off this shoulders, folding it in his lap. “You’ve seen me naked before.”

“Yes, but…” Never in my bedroom…“Never mind. Let’s do this.”

You pick up the bag from the end of the bed next to him and pull out the rope. “How do you want to be tied?”

His eyes darken and he takes a deep breath. “You have no idea how hard you just made me,” he groans and your eyes widen.

“Better finish getting yourself undressed then I guess,” you smirk back, loving the little rush of power that you got when you saw how that comment affected him so quickly.

He quickly obeys and reaches for the rope. “The easiest way is this knot,” he explains, showing you how to do it. “It will hold me in so I can’t get away while at the same time make it easy for you to untie me when we’re done, see?” he pulls a string and the knot unravels. You nod.

“Okay, here.” He hands it to you and skootches back on the bed, towards your metal headboard. “Do you want me laying down, or sitting up? Or something else?” he asks and you fumble.

“um… I, I don’t know. Um, whatever is the most comfortable for you? What do you usually do?”

You fiddle with the rope and he smiles at you. “That’s okay. How about this? I’ll prop myself up on these pillows, and you can make the rope just loose enough so that it’ll be fine if you decide later that you want me laying down, you can just remove the pillows?” He arranges while he explains and you watch carefully while he does until he settles.

“I think I’m comfortable here. You okay with this?”

You step back and look him over, nodding your approval. “I think that’ll work.”

“Super. Now tie me.” He grins and holds out his wrists.

“So eager to be bound,” you smirk, wrapping the rope around one of his wrists and bringing his arm up to the headboard and he licks his lips, watching you darkly.

You finish tying him up and stand back. “Is that okay?”

He gives the ropes a test try, and gives you an easy smile. “Perfect.”

You stare at each other for a minute before you blush and look away.

“I don’t know what to do,” you whisper, standing awkwardly at the end of the bed.

He gives you an encouraging smile. “Do whatever you want to do to me, love. That’s how this works. Have your way with me.”

You take a breath and step towards him. Be brave, y/n. You can do this. You smirk and lower your voice as you begin to pull your blouse out of your skirt. “Are you sure that’s what you want?”

He watches as you pull it over your head and reach for the zip on your skirt.

“More than anything,” he breathes, his eyes locked on your body.

You feel a rush of heat head towards your core and you quicken your efforts to get out of your clothes. You shimmy out of your skirt and kick off your flats, leaving them where they lie.

“Goddamn, you’re beautiful,” he praises, and you blush again.

You still have more clothes to remove, and in a rushed and slightly flustered effort to get out of your tights quickly, you trip and bang your knee against the hard edge of your bed frame.

“Oh, fuck me.” You curse, sitting on the edge of the bed and pulling off your tights the correct, not-standing-up way.

“I would, but you see, I’m a little tied up here.” Jin grins and gives his hands a tug at the ropes. “So I guess you’re just going to have to do all the work.”

You pull off your tights and straddle him quickly, his eyes widening.

“Is that what you want, baby?” You coo, stroking your finger down his cheek and beginning to grind on his lap, giving him a smirk of satisfaction when his breath hitches.

“See, I told you that you would be good at this…” he groans, then gasps as you grind a little harder and you feel the first shoots of pleasure begin to warm your body.

You feel him hardening beneath you all the way, and you smile, reaching back to unclasp your bra, exposing your breasts to his face, but not moving close enough so he can touch them.

He licks his lips and groans, staring at your chest as you continue to move your hips.

“What is it Jinnie?” you ask, taking your hands off his shoulders and moving them to your chest to begin to play with your nipples. “Did you want to touch?”

He swallows hard and flicks his eyes to yours before nodding hard and letting out an enthusiastic, “Fuck. Yes! Yes. Please. Yes please.”

You tap your chin and pretend to consider it, moving your chest closer to his face. “I mean… I guess you can…”

You slide your hand in his hair and use your other to brace yourself on his shoulder as he immediately latches onto your chest and groans around your nipple, sucking hard.

You moan as he works you, switching between your breasts and moaning at how good you feel in his mouth. You’re getting swept away in the feeling before a trickling thought flows into your mind-

Make him beg for it.

It takes effort, but you push him off you and smirk, moving back so he can’t touch you with his mouth anymore.

He whines in protest, trying to sit up more but being yanked back by the ropes holding him down and at your mercy.

You quirk an eyebrow at him and cluck your tongue, making him quiet immediately and look at you with big eyes and his mouth slightly open, panting.

You trail your fingers lightly down his chest, relishing in the way he shudders beneath you as your hand lowers and you gently stroke up his length.

You continue this soft stroking until he is whining and desperate under your hand, gnawing at his lips and clenching his fists, trying to buck his hips. His efforts are in vain though, as your body is holding his legs down and he can’t force you to go faster or grip him harder.

Soon enough he can’t take it anymore and begins to try to reason with you.

“You’re so good at this baby,” he groans, his voice shaking as he tries to keep himself from falling apart. “But I want to be inside you,” he states, moving one of his legs so his thigh is pressing to your core and you moan, unable to stop yourself from grinding a little against it.

“Do you now,” you smirk, leaning forward until your lips are a hairsbreadth away from his.

“Oh, I do,” he smirks back, though his is brief. “And I know you want me to be inside you too.”

You tsk and ghost your mouth over his, pressing faint brushes against his jawline.

“Mmm.. do you now.” You respond, pressing your mouth lower on his neck.

He tilts his head so you can have better access and continues his reasoning. 

“I do. You see, I know how much you love feeling me deep inside you. Imagine it. Me, stretching you so sweetly, filling you up so good. I know how much you like that pretty little cunt stretched. Especially by me. You love how I fill you and make you feel.” His voice lowers and you shiver, tightening your grip on him before you nip at his neck and suck.

You hear his sharp intake of breath as you flick your thumb over his tip once before pulling away from his neck, leaving a purple bruise in your wake.

You take your hand off his length and brush the pad of your thumb over the little mark you just made on his pretty skin, satisfied. “I wish you could see how pretty this is,” you coo, pulling your hand away. “But I guess you’ll just have to admire it later.”

You let your hand trail down again and move your body until you’re sitting between his legs. You cock your head to the side and trail your fingers lightly over the inside of his thighs, smiling when you see the muscles in his legs clench.

“So tense, baby.” You soothe, rubbing little circles into the tops of his thighs with your fingers before tripping them down again.

“Can you relax for me?”

He takes a deep breath and shudders, trying to do as you ask as you lower your head and place your mouth around the tip of his cock for just an instant, flicking your tongue over him briefly before moving away.

“Y/n…” he groans, bucking his hips, and you’re delighted. This is the first time he’s resorted to using your name instead of a pet name, and you want to milk it for all it’s worth.

You shift where you sit a little uncomfortably, the pressure inside you building up a little too much for your liking. As much as you loved teasing Jin, you wanted some relief too.

Lifting your hips you slip off your underwear and let it fall off the side of the bed, settling yourself down by Jin’s knees.

You use your feet to spread Jin’s legs until you find a comfortable position, hooking your legs over his and settling yourself back on one of your hands.

From where you sat, you had a perfect view of him tied up and looking down at you, and from the way you were spread, he also had a perfect view of you.

You smirk at him as you slowly begin to trail the hand not holding you up across your body, swirling your fingertip around your nipple before pinching it yourself and letting out a moan.

He groans and strains against his ties. “Baby, that’s not fair.” He whines and you see his dick twitch. “Let me touch you. I can make you feel so good.”

You hum and trailed your hand over your stomach, sliding down into your own heat.

“But why would I need you when I can just do it myself?” You croon, rubbing circles around your clit before slipping two of your fingers between your folds. “I’m an independent woman.”

Jin groans again and tugs harder at his ties, shaking the bedframe. “My hands feel better than yours do… and you know it.”

You let out a moan as you increase the pressure on your clit, working yourself harder and feel your juices begin to drip down your thighs.

“That’s… debatable, baby.” You whimper, sliding a finger inside yourself to gather more wetness and bringing it back up to your clit.

You stop talking then, letting your moans speak for themselves as you bring yourself to orgasm by your hand and the sound of Jin’s begging.

He groans so loud when he watches you climax, and whimpers as he watches you smear your own cum around yourself, playing with your body where he wishes he could be instead.

“Did you want to taste?” You ask, sitting up and crawling back over to him, letting your tongue flick out against the angry red tip of him to taste his pre-come before you sit up and brush your slicked fingers against his lips.

He opens his mouth and sucks your fingers into his mouth, moaning at your taste.

“Please…” he whimpers and you pull your fingers out. “Please… I want to come.”

You re-position yourself over his cock and rub yourself against him, letting him pass between your slick folds but not letting him go any further.

“Wanna come… please…” he whines, bucking his hips. You grind onto him a little more, before immediately stopping what you’re doing and sliding down his thighs to grab the base of his cock in your hand and give it a hard squeeze, denying his orgasm and making him cry out.

“Oh, but you’re doing so well baby,” you coo, stroking his damp hair off his forehead.

“Please,” he whispers, bucking his hips beneath you.

“Oh, no no no... baby... see, what’s gonna happen… is you’re going to let me use you to get off.. but you better not come... or else things are only going to get worse.”

You lean up on your knees, pressing a kiss to one of his rope rubbed wrists before sinking down onto him.

He cries out and you lean forward, catching his lower lip between your teeth.

“Don’t come.” You whisper, smirking as you pull away.

You begin to grind your hips on him, relieved to finally feel some friction inside you. You keep an eye on him as you begin to lower yourself up and down his length, smirking when you see his head fall back against the headboard.

“Oh no baby,” you coo, reaching out and grabbing the back of his neck, pulling his forehead to yours. “I want you to watch.”

He lets out a strangled sound and bites his lip so hard to keep himself from coming as you sit back up and brace yourself against his chest, beginning to ride him harder.

“That’s it, baby, so hard for me…” you whimper as you hit him harder, chasing your release.

He’s concentrating so hard there are tears pricking in the corners of his eyes as he tries to breathe through it and not come.

You’re close to your second orgasm and unthinkingly clench around Jin, making him give a startled cry and buck up into you.

“That’s… that’s not playing fair,” he gasps, a tear falling down his face as he struggles to stop his hips… and fails.

You tsk and force yourself off him, moving yourself down his thighs before sliding off onto the sheets next to him.

“Baby, god, please, no” he whimpers as you leave him, and you lean over to kiss him, trailing your hand up his chest, stopping at his jaw to rub the pad of your thumb over his bottom lip.

“You got close there, didn’t you love?” you whisper, leaning over him to press a kiss to his cheek.

“Please,” he whimpers as you move your thumb from his lip to his cheek, brushing away the tears, “Please, y/n, baby, sweetheart, y/n, please…”

You hum softly and bring your thumb wet with his tears to your lips and suck. “Please… what?”

He groans out loud. “Please… suck my cock… let me come, please I’d be so good to you I promise…”

“Please suck my cock baby… I’ll be so good to you baby…’” you murmur and move up the bed, feeling bold and ready to try more new things while you’re in the mood.

You straddle his shoulders and position yourself over his face. “I think I want you to be good to me first.”

His head comes off the bed and he latches his mouth onto your heat eagerly, flattening his tongue to stroke you as you grab the headrest and move your hips over him.

He’s eating you faster than he ever has before, letting you use him to get yourself off, his hands straining at the ropes.

You reach down and grab both of his hands at their tied positions and twine your fingers through his as you work your hips harder.

He begins sucking at your clit and you let go of one of his hands so you can brace yourself against the headboard again, clenching your thighs around his head as you come in a wave of dizzying heat.

He lets out a loud moan between your legs, and you look down, making eye contact with him as you watch him continue to clean and eat you slowly.

It takes you a minute to get out of your post-orgasm haze and still your rocking hips so you can shakily climb off him and maneuver yourself back down his body.

His lips are swollen and covered with your juices, and his eyes so big as they watch you slide your fingers down his chest and over the tops of his thighs as you settle between his legs.

“You did so good for me, handsome,” you praise, pressing a soft kiss to the top of his hip. “I think you deserve a reward for that, yeah?”

He whimpers as you grab the base of him and lick a stripe up his length, swirling your tongue at his leaking, throbbing tip. He bucks his hips and you press a tender kiss to the top.

“I know baby, I’ll take care of you. Don’t worry.” You coo, stroking him gently with your fingers as his legs tremble, before latching your mouth to his tip and sucking hard.

He comes immediately with a cry, so worked up he can’t hold back any longer, bucking his hips to get deeper into your mouth. You help him through it, and eventually, his head falls back against the pillow and he lets out a loud sigh of relief.

You watch his chest heave from your position, his cock still in your mouth as you soothe his shaking legs with your hands.

“Thank you,” he whispers, a little breathless, and you smile around him.

Oh baby, you’re not done.

You continue to work him in his mouth and he whimpers, trying to pull away.

“T-too much,” he stutters, and you smirk, flicking your eyes to his face and shooting him a wink.

He’s gone soft in your mouth but you continue to work him with your tongue and suck, and soon he’s starting to harden all over again.

“Fuck baby, how –” he whines and you suck a little harder until he’s coming again on your tongue with a shout.

You swallow everything he gives you and let him fall out of your mouth, pressing tender kisses to his pelvic bone as you kiss your way back up his chest and meet his mouth, praising him as you go.

“That was so good baby, you did so well…” you murmur, reaching up to untie his left hand, pressing a kiss to the rubbed skin and placing it on the bed before untying the right.

“Where… did you learn… to do that?” he asks, sinking down into the bed and rubbing his wrists.

You press a kiss to his forehead, seeing his eyes start to close.

“I told you, I’m an erotica writer… I just became one of my characters.”

“I thought you were… more of an innocent… in bed,” he yawns, closing his eyes.

You brush your fingers through his hair and smile as his body fully relaxes against the sheets and he begins to snore softly.

“Only sometimes,” you whisper, crawling into bed beside him and pulling the comforter over you both.

~

It’s only been a couple of hours when you climb out of bed as carefully as you can, trying to avoid waking Jin as you head over to your laptop on the other side of the room.

You were too wired to sleep anymore. Too many things had happened tonight, and you were feeling the urge to write… now.

You lowered the brightness on your screen and picked up your glasses case, looking over your shoulder as you carefully opened it and tried to close the case as gently as possible.

You fix your glasses and reach for a scrunchie to tie up your hair, opening up the document that held your current work in progress…

“Tell me, Katherine, have you ever tied up a man?” you type, and quickly fall into your written world.

~

Jin wakes up in a panic, blinking blearily in the dark. Something had lured him awake, a furious tapping of sorts. Stretching out his arm, he finds your figure gone and looks around the room.

Shit. I just broke Rule #2. Never fall asleep.

He sits up, his heart pounding as he criticizes himself and his professionalism, and stifles a groan, his body sore from earlier. He smirks as he stretches his arms and rolls his neck, looking around for where you when. He catches a glimpse of your glowing screen on the other side of the room and his gaze softens.

He can barely see your dim outline against the glow, hair pulled up messily, body wrapped in a blanket, but he feels the intense urge to go to you.

Softly, he gets out of bed, dragging the comforter with him, and pads over to your form. You’re concentrating so much you don’t notice until you hear his gravelly voice in your ear.

“Harder, fuck, harder Ryan,” he moans and you yelp, slamming your laptop shut.

“JIN!” you yell, throwing off your glasses and burying your face in your hands. “You scared me!”

He chuckles and wraps his comforter around your shoulders, hugging you as he leans over your body. “Open up, I want to read more.”

You snort and lean back against your chair, your head hitting his shoulder. “In your dreams.”

He pouts against your hair. “But aren’t I the inspiration for this?”

You roll your eyes and sigh. “I mean… yeah… maybe… but you weren’t supposed to read that! At least, not yet.”

“Ooo, not yet? So I will get to read it.”

“Maybe. If you’re good.”

His breath is hot on your ear as he leans his head down and begins pressing kisses to your jawline. “If I’m good…” he murmurs, “Was I not good enough tonight?”

You close your eyes and lean into his touch. “You were very, very good… so good for me Jin.”

He moans softly at your compliment and catches the bottom of your ear in his teeth.

“And since I was very, very good… I think I should get to read this early.”

He pulls away from you lightning-fast and snatches your laptop, letting the comforter fall to the ground.

That motherfucker-

“JIN!” you yell again and run after him as he laughs and bounces onto the bed.

You’re quick to follow, climbing over him and using your entire body to try to wrestle it back. “Give it.” You grit, straddling his lap.

“No,” he smirks and clutches it tight to his chest, pulling you closer to him.

“Why…” you complain. “Jin, I need this for work. It’s my job. I promise you can be the first one to read it when it’s done.”

He hums and tugs it closer, refusing to let go. “Okay… but I wanna read it now…” he whines and you giggle, digging your fingers into the edge and trying to pry his hands from it.

“No.” You say sternly and he pouts, finally letting go.

“Good man,” you smirk and go to climb off him to put it back, but he grabs you and holds you in place.

“No.” he states and reaches to press your laptop down onto the bed. “You have to stay.”

You laugh and wrap your arms around his neck. “Aww… is someone feeling cuddly?”

“Yes.” He whispers, and pulls you to him, resting his cheek against your head.

You’re breaking Rule #3 his mind whispers, and he closes his eyes trying to drown it out. Never stay the full night with a client…

“Shut up,” he mumbles to himself and you stir against his chest.

“Excuse me?”

“Not you,” he whispers, kissing the top of your head. “Just talking to myself.”

You hum sleepily and nuzzle into him and he swears you can feel his heart skip a beat. He holds you until your breathing deepens, and tucks you both into the sheets.

But now that he has you here, even though the night has been long, he finds that he can’t sleep anymore.

Jin watches as the clock on the dresser blinks to 3am, and he knows he’ll have to leave in a few hours, where he’ll have to start another day.

Slowly, he unwraps his body from yours and reaches for the dropped comforter on the floor, laying it over your body and tucking you in, the rules racing through his mind.

#1. Never catch feelings for a client.

#2. Never fall asleep.

#3. Never stay the full night with a client. Give them what they paid for and leave.

Breaking the rules will get you in trouble.

Jin’s not one to break the rules, but as he dresses himself and leaves you a note - a simple explanation saying he had to go early and to text him when you can… he considers it... stopping to blow a soft kiss to your sleeping form before he walks out the door.

Part 5

[sherlollydramoine]

Love In This Club

Warnings: 18+ only! This is set at  a strip club, smut implied, alcohol use, language.. and some awkward Rami. Hahaha.. Enjoy.

Title from the song “Love in This Club” by Usher that was on repeat along with Ginuwine’s Pony while I was writing this…. Ya know for like a little inspiration.

Word Count: 2504 (Don’t know why my damn HC’s keep being so long)

He really didn’t want to go but his friends were insistent, citing the fact that it was his birthday and he needed to let loose. He had been working hard as of late and hadn’t really had time for fun.

His friends just kept reminding him that he was in fact overdue for some fun, though he tried to argue that the strip club wasn’t really a place that he enjoyed being.

His friends paid his way, seats already reserved in the VIP section of the club, the closest and best views of the dancers on the stage, and first pick of any dancer that came through offering their services.

As the night went on the drinks were really flowing though his friends were definitely well on their way to drunk, while he was barely maintaining a buzz because he’d been sipping on the same drink all night.

He wasn’t really interested in being here, and none of the dancers caught his attention until the DJ announced that they had a new girl tonight and he heard the beginnings of Usher’s “Love in This Club” start playing. 

This dancer must have been different, because instead of the brighter lights, her appearance was kept somewhat mysterious. The lighting is bright enough to see her clearly, but only as a silhouetted form. 

He tried to pull his eyes away from her as he watched her body as she moved around the stage and on the pole.

Something about the way she moved had him feeling some kind of way and his body  began to respond in a way that made him feel uncomfortable.

There was something about her form and the way that she moved that felt vaguely familiar but he couldn’t quite figure out what.

His attention to her did not escape the notice of his friends who had been watching him all night. Rami never noticed when one of his friends slipped away to speak to someone, and returned a few minutes later with a smile on his face.

As soon as the song ended she finished picking up whatever cash she hadn’t already picked up and then disappeared from the stage.

A few minutes after she had disappeared a tall thin woman with long plaited black hair and dark skin appeared before him and requested that he follows her to the private rooms.

He was confused as to why this woman was asking for him specifically and he had an uneasy feeling.

One of his friends informed him quickly that he had arranged for some private time with the mystery woman.

Eventually he ended up in a room labelled ‘Private.’ He was currently seated on a sofa of sorts that was covered in a  red velvety material that even in the low light of the room he could see had a few mysterious dark stains that he didn’t even want to begin to question.

The private room felt like it was trying too hard to be opulent, a room fit for the rich, or the type of men that wished they were ‘Kings’

The very low lighting of the room felt intentional. Perhaps it was to set a mood or encourage other activities that he suspects a lot of people choose to engage in, in a place like this.

He was uncomfortable and felt so out of place and he was feeling quite irritated with his friends, he should never have agreed to come out like this in the first place.

The woman from earlier, the one with the dark hair reappeared, set something on a small table just inside the door and left again.

He had been waiting for what felt like too long, he could faintly hear the distant thumping of the beat from some song that was playing in the club. 

Squirming uncomfortably in his seat that he barely managed to mask his unexpected excitement when the mysterious woman walked into the room.

He knew there was something familiar about her, though at this moment in time her smile was a bit strained, as she purposely walked closer to him. His mouth nearly hit the floor in shock when he realized that this mystery woman, was in fact no longer a mystery. He knew there was something about her that even silhouette, was familiar. He would have recognized her body anywhere, even in the dark, as he had in fact once upon a time been very intimately acquainted with it.

“YN?” he questioned, unbelieving of what he was seeing.

Her eyes went wide as he said her name, and then it was her turn to look shocked.

“Oh my fucking God. Rami is that you?” you too questioned. 

“Yes. What the-how the-why-”he stuttered, unable to string together words in a way that could remotely come across as coherent.

“Oh my God.” was all you managed to say again.

“How are you? It’s been uhhh… quite a few years hasn’t it?” he asked, trying to keep his voice calm and casual as he adjusted his position again.

“I’ll say. I haven’t seen you much since just after graduation. And life is going, well-it’s going.”

You picked up the item on the table that the dark haired woman had left a few minutes earlier, fiddling with the device for a moment before setting it back on the table.

He opened his mouth to speak again, but “Pony” by Ginuwine began to play through the hidden speakers in the wall. You audibly sigh and gently remind yourself that you had a job to do, no matter how awkward the person you had to do it was being, and no matter your personal feelings about him.

You took your place in his lap and went into auto-pilot, grinding and moving your hips against his just the way you’d learned to do years ago. Moving in all the right ways to keep a man hungry and turned on so that they were willing to spend more money at the club before ultimately becoming too drunk to do anything about it,

You could hear him speak to you over the music playing.

“You don’t have to do this, I don’t want you to do this.”

“Rami, your friend paid some serious cash for a half an hour of my time. I’m going to do what I have to do to make sure that the money was well worth it.”

“I-just-fine I guess” he replied, just trying to sit back and enjoy having a gorgeous woman in his lap.

That was until you really got into grinding your hips into his and he felt his body respond how he supposes it normally would in a situation like this.

He groaned audibly with his head thrown back against the back of the sofa eyes shut, as you just leaned back into him, and began working your hips on his.

You were rather enjoying yourself, feeling him squirm underneath of you.

You reach down and grab his hands and place them on your body, giving his hands permission to touch, which was usually a no-no in situations like this, but you were feeling good, and you knew he wouldn’t become too aggressively handsy.

Deciding to really take this further, somehow turning yourself on, you align your center with the erection straining against the material of his pants, and began to work yourself on him. This was not exactly allowed, but others had done it and you decided that if you were going to have your hot ex-boyfriend from high school underneath of you, then at least you’d get some kind of enjoyment out of it.

His eyes snapped open and he opened his mouth to speak, but nothing but a small squeak left his lips. You almost stopped to laugh because the sight of him with his mouth agape letting out squeak was hilarious.

You stop moving for a second, as you adjust yourself in his lap, this time facing him as you bring your hips closer to his, to really start grinding.

“Oh-Oh-Jesus fuck-It’s-You don’t-this is-oh my God.” was all he stuttered out, eyes wide with shock as he realized the game you were playing.

You give him a genuine smile, your first of the night, before you continue to move your hips, with your core rubbing against his clothed cock. 

“Seriously YN-you-you-you-oh God. This-you-I-” he stutters out again. 

“Cat got your tongue Rami? You always used to be a smooth talker. I don’t think I’ve ever seen you speechless before” you smirk at him.

“Feels good” is all he says.

“Do you want me to stop? It’s only been five minutes, we still have at least twenty-five left.”

“Yes-no-yes-no-maybe-God-I don’t know.” he stutters again allowing his head to come to a rest against the back of the sofa again. You are absolutely certain that he’s going to have a mess in his pants all too quickly if you don’t slow down.

You slow the pace of your hips, almost whimpering at the decrease in intensity of your movements, and the decreased pressure on your core. 

You grab his hands, and bring them back to your body, allowing him to touch you wherever he wanted. His hands settled on your hips as he guided your hips with each of your movements, as he subtly ground your bodies together.

“This-YN-It-oh man-this feels so good. I don’t wanna cum in my pants, and I’m afraid that’s going to happen.”

“Do you have a condom?”

“No, YN, no I don’t. Didn’t think I’d need one for tonight. I haven’t had sex in a while, and I swear you’re making me feel like I’m 15 all over again.”

You throw your head back in laughter as you remember all too well. The first time that you’d both had sex with each other, and his awkward fumbing, and the fact that he lasted all of about ninety seconds. It wasn’t his first time, but he wasn’t incredibly experience at the time either.

“Well as it so happens, this behavior is highly discouraged but it happens and the bosses know it.” you said, as you climb off his lap and walk over to a small side table that held a lamp in the corner of the room. You open the drawer and pull out a condom, and head back towards him.

“Ta-da!” you exclaim, his eyes dark and lust filled.

“So?” he questions. “I’m-We-Um- Don’t have to- ummm-we don’t-are we-can we-God-umm have sex.” he can’t stop stuttering tonight, and you wonder if it’s you or it’s just him.

 “Just um- you can put this on so there aren’t any embarrassing messes in your pants.”

He just silently nods his head, as he takes the condom from your hands. You watch him as he undoes his pants quickly, and frees himself. He expertly slides the condom on, and is now awkwardly attempting to tuck himself back into his pants.

You just watch in amusement at his difficulty in trying to get his fully erect cock back into his pants.

“Oh fuck it-” you say a little louder than you intended.

“Rami?”

He shoots you a look, brows raised. “Yes YN?”

“Do you-would you-?”

“Wanna fuck? Oh God yes..Are you saying?”

“Fuck me. Please?”

“I’ve-I’ve-I want-this-oh shit-I is this-are we allowed to do this?”

You have been soaked for him since you realized who you were supposed to be dancing for.

“Technically no, but it happens.Just don’t tell my boss.” 

You seat yourself back in his lap, as your lips crash together, your hips grinding against each other but not yet intimately connected.

After that kiss, you waste no time in getting right down to business, and it was amazing. He had you seeing stars while he swallowed your moans.

It was all over too quickly for you, but you still had five minutes left in your time together.

You both end up getting dressed quickly, afraid someone will walk in and discover what you’d just done.

“Baby, that was absolutely amazing. We should do this again sometime.” he says, winking at you.

“Rami, my darling, next time you want to elaborately role play something like this, in the future could you at least give us more time, or I could just dance for you at home and we could have all the time in the world for high quality fucking.”

He laughs out loud, as he takes you into his arms as he whispers,”I’m just thrilled that you use pole dancing as your work out. I’ve been looking forward to seeing your routine all day. I don’t know how I got so lucky because I have the best wife in the world!

This time it was your turn to laugh. “You are lucky! I am the best wife ever, because this was the most public that we’ve ever been sexually and it was really fucking hot. I’m still so turned on right now and you just gave it to me so good. I’ve been so excited for you to see the routine that Maria and I had been working on for over a month. I’d do anything to make you happy, especially indulging in one of your fantasies for your birthday. Speaking of, you should probably get back out there to your friends before they drink Maria’s bar dry. How lucky are we that my best friend owns a strip club?”

“I just want to take you home now.” he almost whined. 

“Just go spend more time with your friends and when you get home later maybe I’ll give you another private performance, maybe a birthday blowjob, or I’ll let you tie me up and have your wicked way with me.”

He smirked as the dark haired woman appeared in the doorway to take him back out to his friends. He smiles at her as he says,”Hey thanks Maria. I appreciate you doing this for us tonight. Just don’t tell my friends that this was already arranged, or they may be pissed that they paid you a fuck ton of money for nothing.”

She laughs, and then shakes her head and says,”Drunk horny men don’t focus on much truth, only their cocks, and the fun their wallets can allow them to have in this place. I’m just glad I could let you two have some fun to indulge in your fantasies. You two have been working really hard lately so I was more than happy to facilitate your fantasy scenario.”

Leaning against the doorframe you watch them disappear down the hallway back towards the main part of the club.

Rami stops halfway down the hallway before running back to the room. He throws his arms around your waist and pulls you too him for another kiss as he tells you that he loves you, and will hope to be home sometime in the next hour or so.

You just nuzzle your head into his chest for a minute before you push him away and tell him to go hang out with his friends, as they probably need their babysitter back before they get into too much trouble.

You could hear his laughter echo all the way down the hallway.

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[hatsoff-forgandalf]

Things that have happened to/been done by my friends and I

Chased by cows at 8 pm

Named a Chicken Chickira in 3rd grade

Got a leg broken because a horse fell on it

Ranted 3 separate times in the same day about the evils of fake pockets

Got into a shouting match over a semi-stollen office chair

Said shouting match then turned into me getting poked in the leg so many times I had a bruise

Had this Exact conversation "you know that guy?" Oh yeah, the guy with the song?" Simultaneously "JUSTIN TIMBERLAKE"

Had specific assigned parts to sing along to for Barbie Princess and The Pauper that SOMEONE is still bitter about (but she got to be Corine in The Three Musketeers so I maintain it's perfectly fair)

Bought a prom dress because it came with a cute jacket

Had the discussion of who would win the hunger games in our school at least once a month

Called everyone a "fumb duck" for a week

Were the only ones willing to say that as 7th graders we did not want to do a play called "The Nose Competition"

Received a birthday card saying "to a very special grandma"

"Hey remember when I was 11 and had difficulty coping with my crush on you so I kicked you in the shins everyday, I'm sorry about that" "It's fine, you were really eeak so it didn't hurt"

Said and I quote "Why are so many of your relatives dying lately?"

Had 3 concussions in a year

Made plans to get married at 30 if we're still single

I'll add more when they come to mind

[memidgenotsofteroreasier]

Absent with a note from my Dr.

So, I broke my thumb. Or, as a friend said, ‘fumb’. Now I can fumble around, which is actually what I do because it’s my writing hand. Legibilit y (as well as the odd space, added at random) is out the window. See, I was watering, with a new hose, that wasn’t trained. I t ugged, it resisted, balance lost , I tumbled into a fence, that quick, leading with my left hand as I leaned right. There was a piece of corrugated tin there (mercifully) that cushioned my fall. But I felt the thumb do a ‘jog’ and knew it was likely to show up on the x-ray. Earlier in my life, I broke other bones, and felt them snap. But this was the very end of a digit and I have osteopenia. it’s almost like being pruned, only I want the skin to continue to hold the rest of me in.

I was able to drive to the Urgent Care and a short while later, had a diagnosis and a splint. I’m 12 days past the worst part, but nine days from any tentative work at the sewing machine. Dishes can wait. It could be worse. I’m working on the piled-up papers, news articles I tend to save (human int erest, ecological and geographical phenomena. I mean, there was a seer, or snoozer, Edgar Cayce, who predict ed new lands would appear in t he Atlantic and here they come!)

All I can say is, for Ear th Day I did use my car, and though t he heat er is not t urned on, I do bake on cooler days. Since I live in Sout hern California, it’s going to heat up after some much-needed rain fell yest erday. I was out in it with a 3-yo child, umbrellas and boots over and on. Yes, I could go back and fix these t ypos but it’s a way t o let the world know what’s going on. Humility is done imperfectly

[swandrabbles]

Wolfstar Music Drabbles

Wolfstar Ficlet Challenge

 2 is Better than 1 – Boys Like Girls

             James looked at Sirius. Sirius attempted not to flinch. The wildness in his expression was nearly enough to make Sirius want to hide under the bed. That look never meant anything good.

           “What.” Sirius said flatly.

           “I have a new idea.” James said, his eyes wide and over bright. “What if I become a millionaire. Girls love millionaires right? It’ll work. I know it will. Quick—think of a cool invention padfoot!” James gabbed Sirius by the shoulders, shaking him.

           “Oi! Hey! Prongs! Get off!”

           A cough in the door caused them both to look up, James still shaking Sirius. Remus was staring at them with an eyebrow arched. “Why are we killing Sirius this time?”

           “I’m not trying to kill him, I am trying to shake an entrepreneurial idea out of him.” James said calmly, despite the fact that his glasses were askew on his nose.

           “What?” Remus blinked, looking even more confused.

           “Save me.” Sirius moaned.

 Even Now – William fitzsimmons

             Lily pressed her fingers against the cold window, leaving a perfect image of her hand in the frost. Outside the grounds were white with snow. She sighed out long and slow.

           “Usually I’m the one looking out windows and seeming tragic.”

           Lily startled at the voice, turning her head to see Remus standing just behind her. He smiled, crooked and warm, before stepping up to look at the print of her hand. He pressed his own to the glass beside hers, pulling away. His was much bigger than hers, but just as delicate.

           “What are you thinking about?” He asked, glancing at her. She didn’t meet his gaze.

           “I feel so lost, Remus.” She whispered. “I just…I never thought I’d feel so helpless.”

           Remus covered her hand with his, saying nothing.

Home – Daughtry

           Sirius let out a whoop as the car came to a stop. He scrambled out into the fresh, crisp air of Devonshire. Despite it being so close to summer, the breeze was cool and heavily scented with the wildflowers that grew all around the Potter residence. He threw his hands in the air and let out a loud yell of excitement.

           “Merlin’s beard, Pads.” James was laughing as he unfolded himself from the old Ford. “What on earth’s gotten into you?”

           Sirius threw a bright, toothy grin at James over his shoulder, eyes sparkling. “We’re home!”

           James stood there a moment, looking puzzled, before a smile came to fall across his own lips. “Yes we are.”

           “Yes you are.” Mrs. Potter said as she too got out of the car, tugging her purse out from the floorboard. “And I hope you two are ready to help out around here.”

           “Absolutely.” Sirius beamed.

 The Beacon – A Fine Frenzy

             Remus sat across from Sirius on the bed. He felt shy, his fingers tangled into a ball in his lap. He let his eyes come up slowly, only to find Sirius was in fact, still staring at him. He looked back down quickly, biting his lower lip.

           Sirius reached out and touched the back of his hand, careful and slow. His fingers were rough from riding brooms and playing catch with the quaffle all fall. Remus spread his fingers out, his palm up. Sirius traced the lines there, as if reading his soul on the map of his skin.

           Remus curled his fingers Around Sirius’.

 Everything by Lifehouse

           “Don’t touch me-“ Remus snapped, yanking away from James. Sirius lingered back, looking unsure.

           “Remus-“ James tugged his hand back, not missing the wild gold glint of Remus’ eyes. He knew better than to push this Remus. Moonlight flickered through the windows of the commonroom, illuminating Remus’ face, making scars stand out like tears on ghostly white skin.

           “How could you-“ Remus looked at Sirius. “You promised—you promised you wouldn’t tell-“

           “I-“ Sirius’ voice caught in his throat.

           “Remus, it wasn’t his fault…I sort of figured it out, and asked him-“ James watched the terror curl into Remus’ frame like a recoiling snake.

           “You promised!” Remus tried to back up again but his foot caught the leg of a chair and he toppled over backwards. Sirius lurched forward, scrambling to help him up, but Remus shoved at him, trying to get him back.

           “Don’t touch me! Don’t! Get away from me—” Remus’ voice caught on a sob.

           Sirius said nothing as he clung to Remus, pulling him against his chest. Remus beat at his shoulders, kicking and yelling. James hung back, his fingers twisted into the fabric of his sweater.

           Remus’ struggling stopped, and he gave into Sirius, slumping against his chest, sobbing. “No one was supposed to know—no one was—I don’t want to be alone—”

           “You’ll never be alone.” Sirius said, his voice tight with emotion. “I’ll never leave you alone.”

             Can’t take my eyes off you – lady anty

             Lily didn’t miss the fact that James was blushing. His whole face was beat red and he looked like he might pass out. She couldn’t help the little laugh that escaped her as he gave his hand a gentle squeeze.

           “What, can’t handle holding hands?” She asked, her tone was gentle teasing.

           “No—I can—I just….” James fumbed for the right words. “I just, It’s just that….I always wanted to….You have beautiful fingers. I’m afraid of touching them wrong.” He mumbled, his face going closer to maroon.

           It was Lily’s turn to blush. She’d never really seen any side of James outside of the brash, loud show he normally presented around the other students, and his friends. She never thought he would be so gentle. So….shy. It made her feel safe and beautiful. He made her feel treasured in a way she’d never expected.

           “You won’t touch them wrong.” She whispered. “I trust you.”

 my Sundown – Jimmy Eat World

             James swung his legs back and forth , splashing water. This was how they always ended the summer, but this time was completely different.

           “I guess is the last, last day of summer…isn’t it?” He asked, glancing at Sirius.

           The other boy was looking out across the pond, his expression distant. Their usual end of summer antics had been somber compared to years past.

           “Yeah…” Sirius said, his tone empty of any clues for James to understand better what might be going through his head.

           They’d both changed over the summer. Sirius’ shoulders were a solid line of sturdy muscle. His shirt clung to him. His jaw was sharp, and his shaggy shoulder length hair was soft and silky. No trace of a greasy teenager left. James looked at his own reflection in the water in front of him.

           He wondered if He looked as much like a stranger to Sirius as he did to himself.

           He wondered if he would ever feel like a man, and not a boy trapped in a man’s body.

           He wondered if Sirius felt the same way he did.

           He decided not to ask.

 The Moon Fell down – Chase Coy

             Sirius wanted to hold Remus’ hand.

           Sirius wanted to hold Remus’ hand to class, to breakfast, to lunch and dinner. He wanted to hold his hand at night when they were alone in the common room, and he wanted to Hold his hand while they fell asleep.

           The trouble with this, was that then he’d have to tell Remus that he wanted to hold his hand. And that just wasn’t an option.

           Even now, sitting in the library, with Remus across from him, he had that irresistible need to reach across the table and touch those fingers. He wanted to trace the scars on his forearm. He wanted to wipe the ink that was on the bridge of Remus’ nose, streaked up his cheek.

           He wanted to hold Remus’ hand.

           “Hey Remus?”

           “Hmm?” Remus looked up.

           “Can….can I borrow a quill?”

 Still – Matt Nat

             Lily breathed out, her oxygen supply a series of hiccups as James’ fingers smoothed up her skin. It was like he was tracing out constellations of sensation across her body. His lips brushed her neck, her shoulder, her chest. His palm cupped her hips. She slid her fingers up his shirt. Lean muscle, aftershave and spice filling her nose.

           James kissed behind her ear, whispering her name, whispering secrets of what she did to his heart, telling her what she was to him.

           Lily caught James’ lips in a kiss, undoing the buttons of his shirt, pushing it off his shoulders. James unclasped her bra with clumsy, shaking fingers.

           She moved in time with him, their hands exploring every inch of exposed skin. When he placed a hand under her skirt she breathed out, and then caught his wrist. “Not yet.”

           James pulled his hand back to cup her cheek and smiled. “Not yet. I love you.”

           “I love you too.” She smiled.

 Someday by Rob Thomas

             James elbowed Peter as they all sat at the table. “Hey Pete, you gonna try out for the team?”  

           “What? Um…no. I wasn’t planning on it.” Peter looked at James with wide eyes. “Should I?”

           “I mean if you want to. Sirius and I are going to!” James grinned.

           “So that’s why Sirius was barfing this morning.” Remus rolled his eyes as he sat down at the table, laying a book open beside him.”

           “I was not!” Sirius snapped, giving Remus a betrayed look. Remus shrugged.

           “It’s okay to be nervous.” He said, still reading as he reached for a biscuit. His fingers missed the basket and Sirius sighed, plucking one and setting it in Remus’ searching fingers.

           “I’m not nervous…I’m just….you know. Excited mixed with-“ Sirius made a vague hand gesture, and then caught Remus by the wrist as he nearly stuck his fingers in the butter looking for the bacon.

           “We’re gonna do great.” James beamed. “It’s okay, I’m nervous too.”

           “There’s just going to be a lot of people watching.” Sirius muttered. Remus looked up.

           “I’ll be there.” He said simply.

           Sirius’ shoulders relaxed. “Really?”

           “Yeah.” Remus smiled. “You’ll do great.”

  The Planets Bend Between us – Snow Patrol

             All the little memories. All the moments. Every photograph.

           Remus’ was a constellation of lost seconds, of breathless dreams.

           Sirius took his hands in his and leaned in close, kissing him. The shimmer of light in Remus’ soul swelled to a brilliant sun.

           Remus wasn’t sure where in the moments, where in the memories they had fallen in love. Now that the planets were aligned, it always seemed like they had been. There was no life before Sirius, no life without him going forward.

           Remus’ fingers caught Sirius’ robes, tugging him close in the dying firelight. Their lips grazed, their noses touched, and Remus hummed as he caught Sirius in Another kiss.

           There had never been anything so right in all his life than this moment.

           “Remus…” Sirius pulled back, grey eyes wide.

           Remus looked at the nervousness in Sirius’ expression and reached up to touch his lips.

           “What took you so long?”